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Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


Details | Rhyme | |

Memories

Alone on a mountain top, she quietly sits.
Looking down below lies a dark pit.
On the other side runs a river next to a valley so green.
Pretty flowers everywhere, it’s the most beautiful scene

Overhead the birds are singing as they all fly by.
The setting of the sun adds a beautiful contrast to the colour of the sky.
Animals on the field playing around all so carefree.
This is the place she calls her own, a place to escape reality.

She closes her eyes for a minute, n the memories come flooding in.
Memories of her childhood days, life then was like a dream.
Climbing on the mango trees, making swings out of old tyres
Hide and seek in the garden and playing with toys made outta wires.

Sliding down the banks with old crates and cardboards.
Not missing an episode of star wars and playing with toy swords.
Running around bare feet n not worried about any cuts n bruises.
Having fun in all our games no matter who wins or loses.

Rushing home after school to catch her fav cartoons.
Sunday morning trips to the beach n been there till late in the afternoon.
Holidays and special occasions always celebrated with family and friends.
She opened her eyes n wished those days had never ended.

The sun had finally set, it was time for her to go.
But she will be back here soon, of that she sure knows.
For this is where she finds serenity, her place to be alone.
A place she feels free and far away from home.

She heads on back, an hour’s drive away.
She felt reluctant to leave, she wished she cud of stayed.
But she enjoys the long drive home as she passes a forest of trees
This is how she forgets about her pain by reliving the special memories. . 


Details | Rhyme | |

Sunsets in my mind

the sun sets in my mind never to arise for darkness soothes the glaring light that carries all the lies and in the place where I sleep I come alive in my dreams never wishing to awake stitched in threads of reality seams so let the sun rise steadfast and so sublime just let me sleep so I can dream of sunsets in my mind


Details | Narrative | |

when you wish

my pen this night
is weak
my thoughts though
strong are meek
my dreams are dreams
and that's all that they are
but until i make them come to life
they are as far away as the stars
stars at night are so numerous
i can not count
also are my dreams 
an unset amount
the stars twinkle and move across
my sky
and my dreams they shine
and delight my mind
one star that is present
it is my sun
my dream ever present 
is the only one
the sun it warms me
on winters day
my dream warms me
in various other ways
when the world turns
and my sun appears to go away
my dream is scattered
across the milky way
i count the stars
and dreams alike
beautiful visions
of my delight
but dreams are all they are
until i bring them life
a dawning star 
and bright day light
my heart and mind 
wish with all their might
that i would bring my dream
into the light
"I wish I may, I wish I might
have this wish I make tonight."
and with the rising of the sun
dream and star become as one


Details | Romanticism | |

Dream Kisses

The night is young, so as the mornng that i will soon await to arise in your eyes
fallen by the desporate words you speak.
Watching you sleep so peacfully in your sweet dreams. as the wisper of the wind waits for 
you to awake.
My heart is growing old by every minute dreaming softly to your dream kisses.
For i now know that i can't no longer live in your dreams i have to go back to that 
raisin in the sun reality, dried again by the gasping of the wind. i have fallen in love 
but it is now time for me to awake and watch the sun rise, as yesterday's moon grows old. 
while kissing me good-night to your dream kisses, while i'm on cloud nine touching the 
sky.....


Details | Concrete | |

Ants

Silly ants? 
No. Silly humans and maybe silly ants. 
So egotistical and naive to think we are the grand creation. 
We live in a world where there is hope to sell as many people on the idea that they actually have all the answers. 
If they are unable to find an answer nowadays it is assumed that well, 
someone must know it. 
Of course, this person must be wiser if they have the answer in mind. 
Who knows how much cognitive dissonance leaks out of those who assume they could know everything if they wanted to, after all, a grand creation would hold the key. 
What If someone who has not been deemed successful had the answer to their question? 
They are simply not seen as wiser than the one who asks, 
but merely, an uneducated soul. 
They want you to give into your limits. 
They want them to seep through to all who accept them in order to kill learning and thrive their tools to enslave. 
We must have belief of one's self over open belief itself. 
To be imaginative you must let your mind conjure all the possibilities. 
Considering it all, willing to learn, 
and your mind becomes an open feed to the energy of the evolution of thought. 
To continuously learn you must be open to everything that may hold the possibility of truth. 
How do you know that ant isn't your God, spying on you from the throne? 
How can you possibly think you understand the difference between the microscopic to the non-comprehensive? 
We are but an organic spec to the dominance of these barriers,
though they securely hold us to these realms. 
We must soar past it and realize that we are not alone. 
Next time you see someone looking down on those ants with their horrifying sense of might, 
remind them, someone may be looking down on us with a sure tale of remarkable power in it's true form. 
We must diminish our false sense of power and give way to sincerity to one another and allow ourselves to pick at each others brains in the hopes we learn as much as we can from this life to the next test. 
I like to think that you may have started as a simple drop in the ocean and then you were set free into the eye of another. 
And then a plant and then you died and so on until you found yourself here today. 
Finally graduated to a human. 
Perhaps it was the other way around and you have to learn what it feels like to go from the top all the way to the bottom. 
Again and again until you learn what you're suppose to.
And then, you will be allowed to go home.


Details | Romanticism | |

Ode to Mi Corazon

As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.

Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.

She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.

She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.

Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.

She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!

We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.


Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree


Details | Free verse | |

I Want A Farmer Boy

Many little girls dream about a prince coming to their tower to save them from trouble, 
Called their mother, 
Or a knight in shining armor to take away their bother, 
Called their father, 
But not I 
I dream about a farmer boy, 
One who bales hay from sun up to sun down, 
Feeds the pigs, even with a frown

I don’t want a prince with gold, 
A knight with armor, 
I want a farmer boy

I want a man who will treat me right, 
Not one who thinks he knows more than I, 
I do not want a prince who will buy me what I want and them leave me be, 
I do not want a knight, who will always leave me, 
I want a man who will hold me tight and tell me he loves me 
Before he says goodnight

I don’t want a prince with gold, 
A knight with armor, 
I want a farmer boy

I don’t want a man who will rule over me, 
Or one who will always leave me be, 
I want a man who will treat me right and hold me tight, 
A man who will hold me as his equal, 

I don’t want a prince with gold, 
A knight with armor, 
I want a farmer boy

A man who says I love you 
Every chance he gets

Many little girls dream about a prince coming to take them away from trouble, 
Called their mother, 
Or a knight coming to take away their bother, 
Called their father
I want a farmer boy.


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A CHILD'S MINUTE

written 7th May 2013


Time for a nap
 said the cat
Time to play
 said the puppy, his tail waved
Time for class
 did you hear the bell teacher asked
Time for tea, called mum
 why, your're always last young son!
Time for bed, dad called
 all went quiet down the hall
Brush your teeth, yelled mum
 finally, tucked in tight
All dreamed peacefully, till sunlight


Details | Concrete | |

Be Free Within

When improving upon the inner workings of your mind 
and upon the realms within your body, 
be sure not to lose your originality in the process 
for it will become harder and harder to express yourself 
and that in which you've improved upon. 

Pride is a trap. 
Simply be grateful for your attributes that make you amazing. 
People make mistakes, people love and people hate. 
Be free within; and the world will follow. 

And as you find your flowers and swords crossed with others who do not see the beauty and infinite possibilities in you, 
keep driving your soul to the beat of your sincerity. 
Find your way out of the dark. 
Don't ignore it, shed some focus on it, for it tells you all the ways you don't want the world to be. 
There is something to be learned from everyone.
Express and listen with willingness to speak your mind to the death.  
Beauty undefined until you crawl through all the cob webs with certainty. 

Out of the dark; into bliss. 

Peace and love bring us unity. Don't be afraid to hug my soul.

<3


Details | Rhyme | |

Three nights, two days

A two day dream flying over meadows in shear peace
I landed on my feet in the town square on Wall Street

I talked to a lady who invited me inside
We had barbecue chicken for lunch, with apple pie

I then flew to the Twin Towers and landed on top
Looking around for hours, hoping I wouldn't wake up

I flew in circles to the Statue of Liberty
Her colors changed as the sun went down, to a bright green

How could the sun come up and then go down in a dream?
This was too surreal, and the ocean's glow set the theme

I flew back to California, just above the ground 
I woke up so amazed and wrote this awesome dream down


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dreamer

Close your eyes for awhile my friend, I heard there lies a moon far behind the black sky, I heard lovers were dancing beneath, can you hear them singing? I can feel their tipsy steps making rhymes on floor, and smell of perfumes filling the air, I heard a sun rises to brighten up their world, and birds do sing them charming melodies at morning, they say they have roses in colors and beautiful trees in the streets, and have they told you about the sea yet? They say it smells so wonderful and the delicate air of seas caresses their cheeks with soft wet breezes, oh my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the fragile ghosts that we are!

“Hush” whispered to me, “I lighted up a moon inside my heart and I smell lilies and jasmine in my nose, my dreams play tunes my heart dance on, they speak to me all night and there I see a starry night floats above, I feel the warmth of a sun in my soul as it hugs tight, whispering to me hymns of love and joy, lightening candles for hopes which had accompanied me amongst the dark, why have you closed your eyes my friend? Look through the colorful roses I painted for you with eyes wide open, let the lights off so you would see clearer, let the lights off so you can brighten up the world that hides with you, for my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the free spirits that we have become!


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Details | Verse | |

The Tree and I

The Tree and I 

I met a tree today while walking under cloud ridden skies.  She was a young oak past her sapling age.  Her bare branches, still in winters hold, stood stark against an evergreen backdrop.  I felt her loneliness seep into my being, so I slipped over and gave her a hug.  I whispered to her, “I know lonely too”, and heard an audible sigh within her wind swept branches.

a young oak
stands bare in winter's keeping---
brown carpeted ground


After a length of time, undetermined, I slid to the ground and leaned against her trunk.  I was content to keep her company for a short time on such a dreary day. Nowhere else did I need to be.  No one else did I need to see. So, I leaned my head gently against her rough bark and as we both shared a quiet moment of contemplations. 

a woman sits
at the base of a tree---
cloud laden sky

Eventually I felt the cold and damp seeping into my skin and I shivered. The young oak felt this and spoke to the breeze in her highest limbs. She asked it to blow the clouds from the face of the sun so that we could both enjoy the warm rays… and so it was that we were both sun kissed on this early morning day. 

clouds drift
away from the sun---
a girl smiles

This soon became a daily ritual, loneliness drifting away with each visit. She listened to me, as I listened to her, and time flew more quickly by.  Spring arrived before we knew it as the young oak beamed with her new buds. It seemed our visits now became less lonely, filled as we were with the awakening of Mother Earth. 

new buds
on a young oak---
birds singing

I shared with her and her with me, throughout the winter’s days. We laughed together and wept together during the longest of lackluster days.  A friendship formed of kindred spirits that helped chase the blues away.  With spring’s awakening, our confidence gaining, we rejoice in the birth of each new day.    

green grass
returns to the lawn---
daffodils bloom



All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Form:  haibun  (mixture of prose and haiku)


Details | Free verse | |

Red Sun

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Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Free verse | |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ocean Dance

Soft sun, dripping through 
the trees, landing on
her smiling face.

Waves made of laughter
crashing down in dreams
lost in the cool light.

Gone are the days of
fanciful sights and gold memories.
Now she has seashell thoughts and
ocean air dreams.

Wind and salt against her skin,
soft, crushed powder beneath her tanned feet.
Smelling sea breezes calms her mind.
Melodies that the ocean plays just for her,
making her soul dance.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Well of Dreams

Black foggy darkness swallowing me whole
enveloping me in madness I can't seem to control
dripping smoothly down my throat it stings
horrible grotesque aftertaste it brings
clamping tighter can't breathe, lungs burst
grasping the lasting soul dream to quench my thirst
plunging head first I tear through asunder 
crashing off these empty walls like sharp lighting and thunder
light breaks, a dawn thrust forth and born again
Ascending I break the surface towards the sky 
a blue and white rhapsody of ribbons floating by
sparkling droplets shimmer in my eyes
i awaken, my dream has ended.


Details | Rhyme | |

Morning

I've come to want for morning leisure
where once the night knew not my haste
now feed my measure of quiet pleasure
trading sleep for tranquilities taste

Tis when I ponder of past and present
an editors choice of will
to learn from tempests I have weathered
hold tight the remnants of joy instilled 

For if by chance this day shall fade
the last I've traveled my journey known
to know in conscience I have paid
time in thought of days I've owned

Of love relinquished or that bestowed 
facing giants and demons known
in strength or weakness of which I'm prone
to praise the grace and mercy shown

Fickleness in light of providence 
pulls back the curtain of chaotic scenes
revealing there a smiling cognizance 
of trials hewed to shape sweet dreams

So as my garden vines do cling
and wind their trellis to face the sun
I find myself grateful for broken wings
unable to flee from the man who's come

To win my heart in deep respect
with awe and laughter secure to rest
what joy to cling without regret
to a trellis built by an architect

strong and stable so full of love
tender yet able to strengthen enough
to carry the burden of weight and wind
and fill every dream from without and within

Praise I sing for a man today
who bathed my face in the morning sun
a gift for years stowed away 
of "all I dreamed" in pseudonym 

In light of grace has come the dawning
of mourning to be no more
and with a ring of promises
the rest of forever with "The One" whom I adore
 



Details | Lyric | |

Be Still My Love

Written March 25, 2013


Any minute now
The sun will rise again
A ship sets sail for the ocean
Another's coming in
I don't quite know
Where I should even begin

The day breathes a sigh
That makes me wonder why
The rain falls only in the den
Where we sit so patiently and wait
The same couch from our first date
Maybe this is just our fate

What house is this I'm in
The paint is wearing thin
The sound of stories told
Has got me growing old
Just you and me my darling
And all the red starlings

Any minute now
The night will come again
We'll set sail for the ocean
Watch others coming in
If I ventured in the slipstream
Would I find you in my dreams

So be still my love
Don't fear this life you're in
Things will change this time around
I'll let the light shine in
I'm just waiting
For this life to begin


Details | Free verse | |

Where Do The Butterflies Go

Teardrops of dews glistening
Breaks the days of dawn
Caterpillars shedding shells of cocoon
Awakening with yawns

The little fairies quaintly appear
Dancing their favorite dances, all the day long
But, where do the butterflies dance to
When the sun hides her head...
And the days are shamelessly gone?

They fill up my gardens
Frolic from tip of tulip to end of the rose
Next to sunflower, daffodil the flutter flies flown
Never attempting to speak even one little peep
Keeping their precious secrets
From sun up until the sundown

A parade of floats
Viceroy to the Monarch whom he tries to pretend
Royal and regal, ginger and black
Passes the hours while waltzing with flowers
But where does each of them go as processions end?

Dainty, the Painted lady curtseys
Among the swallowtails that swan through the weed
And the Admirals through the blade
But soon to hide away
Flying rainbows of season’s beginning to fade

And my magical gardens now they are bare
The little fairies all have disappeared
Following the whisper of wisps, of a new winter’s air

It’s the beginning of autumn
And soon will come the billows of snow
Did they take journey to a summer, in a far away land
Where oh, where did the butterflies go


Details | Free verse | |

Appeal to reason

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” 

The sun Plagued by darkness.
I walk alone a shadowless figure with no face or heart beat.
Full with an emptiness void that grows and sucks all joy and happiness from my soul.
shortness of breath, heart racing, a twisted anxiety which battles with the mind.
In a dark hole, which grows deeper, no ladder only panic and Nausea.
The only escape is childish dreams which aren't reality and will never be.
Finally out of the whole, a long climb, but sadness and hopelessness is still greater that mere achievement.
Walking through a barren wasteland with the sounds of screams and tortured souls.
Tears of pain and resentment roll from my face I am nothing and will be nothing I am lost.
The Wind is blowing, the breeze is hot and very fierce like shards of class cutting my skin.
Then I wake from this dream in my bed the sun beaming into my eyes, the dream I had was a true definition of my real reality.
Hopeless, depression, and sickness of the mind a disease that eats until you make a decision for change.


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Nighttime Wonders

There is a place,
a magical wonderland
that sits at the end of your mind,
and everybody dead and living
goes there when they are tired.
It is a place that is special
and is diffrent to stand to your approval.
It is a nighttime wonder
only open from eleven to five
and you can only come,
if you truely believe.

It is a place
where the streets are paved gold,
peace runs through every corner and avenue,
no jails, no hospitals
because there is no crime and no sickness.
The skies are always blue,
and the clouds are all white,
the sun is blazing hot
and the woman all give you a wink of an eye
and all blow you kisses,
where the men want to be you,
and where the women want to sleep with you.
It is a nighttime wonder,
a special place,
in the back of your mind.
It is real, not imaginary,
nothing is fake about this place,
this is where dreams come true,
where there are no cancers, headaches, toothaches,
no wars, no enemies, no hangovers,
no schools, no politicians, no lawyers, no greed,
no sin, no temptation, no demons or devils;
everything is beautiful, and everything grand.

A piece of Heaven on Earth.
Everyone is happy,
all with a smile on their face,
not a frown in sight.
Songs are sung with the most beautiful of voices
and the sweetest of songs sung.
This place is a nighttime wonder.

When you tuck yourself under the sheets,
grab your pillow, or girlfriend, or boyfriend
husband or wife, or even your favorite stuffed friend,
we all go to this special nighttime wonderland.
A place of joy, a place of happiness,
a place where you go to forget
and enjoy,
a mini vacation.
Till that alarm clock's annyoing buzz comes on
and pulls you out of that nighttime wonder
and places you back into reality.


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Tomorrow

Never lose hope. Keep dreaming and long for tomorrow. :) 

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, you are the one we long for
Tomorrow, you are beautiful, your soul the sun
Tomorrow, bring us love, joy, hope and fun
Tomorrow, give us new lands to soar
Tomorrow, take our troubles and sorrows away
Tomorrow, make us forget yesterday.


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In the Coals

The sky danced a glimmer of setted sun blue
Softly through into the night
Like rafters keeping us safe on our path under heaven
Trees wove themselves over us
Breathing light from coals washed the five gathered faces
Flickered in their eyes and over their bodies
In the quiet I saw

In the south like the waves from beneath the sea
One spirit shone with a shimmering breath
And another in the west settled on the rafters there
With a sighing light barely seen and hardly felt
Amid the rafters of the north one other spirit swayed
There too an ethereal visitor echoed in the east
In the quiet I saw

Faces bright, strong and painted with a wash of . . . 
Contentment, save two, both fallen of crest
And still under the watchful eyes of Nokomis high in the skies
One rose to smile holding a light before him closely
But woe fell across the other for being there within already
As if unable to escape for eyes unseeing
In the quiet I saw

I watched a struggle between three spirit cousins
Over and all around they fought where he had fallen
So vicious this fight, it cast a shrouding over everything of him
For these two beasts snarled and slashed for dominance
While the third sat quietly as if waiting or perhaps just watching
With great patience for one to fall and it too was evil
In the quiet I saw

The sky shone softly in the ambient light of stars unglimpsed
For Nokomis with her watching eyes held us 
As only grandmothers do for having loved and loved her child’s children too
All through the night she held us as we sailed without a sound
Across and over the blue of setted sun somewhere next to here
With the warmth of coals burning nowhere save inside 
In the quiet I saw

In the quiet I saw five souls glimmering
In the quiet I saw a war cross one red road
In the quiet I saw the spirits of four ancestors
In the quiet I saw everything, nothing all that I needed
In the darkness of the madodoswun it is dark as pitch
And still, and yet . . .
Before the door whispered to open
I saw in the quiet still


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The Prophet's Dream

I walk on out in the evening,
When the stars all tell their stories.
This mystic land speaks of meaning,
As I ponder, their wonder speaks their glories.

When the stars all tell their stories,
My eyes open to a hidden world.
As I ponder, their wonder speaks their glories,
Of their magic and their history unfurled.

My eyes open to a hidden world,
When the planets once ruled the day.
When their magic and their history unfurled,
The secrets of history were on display.

When the planets once ruled the day,
I saw Saturn and Venus dancing with Mars.
The secrets of history were on display,
And the sun and moon controlled the stars.

I saw Saturn and Venus dancing with Mars,
But these were really the spirits of old.
Now the sun and moon controlled the stars,
When I looked deeper their stories were told.

These were really the spirits of old,
That gave birth to sons of gods.
When I looked deeper their stories were told,
That make us look like a bunch of sods.

They gave birth to sons of gods,
That reoccur in our dreams today.
They make us look like a bunch of sods,
To dream of truth is to find the way.

This place reoccurs in our dreams today,
This mystic land speaks of meaning.
To dream of truth is to find the way,
Then you’ll walk on out in the evening.


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eternal summer dream

an autumn songbird gives voice to the luxurious late day
beautiful its song caresses the ear
all natural world breathing as one with your heart
as the sun itself kisses you tenderly
as if saying farewell to you and the day
and as the sun slips to the horizon
you close your eyes and can feel heart take to wing
with the autumn songbird playful in the crisp air
feel your soul breath and soar among the clouds
floating in the warm breeze of
that eternal summer dream where
everyone is forever young and in love
forever happy and filled with wonder
the autumn songbird fills me with her song
fills me with the strength of possible beauty that the new day promises
fills me with the peace found at the heart of kindness
so will you join me
rejoicing her song
will you take a moment to breath in
the wonder of late autumn summery day


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Angel Bound

Angel Bound
Abandoned on the precipice slowly you step to the view
Looking down at sand and stone is this the end your due
Thinning air as the wind grows its persistence against you
Upward you look past the clouds of white and sky of blue
Memories are insistent while within yourself you debate
Can the wind carry me up or is the fall below my true fate
Fear is your companion while defiance solidifies your state
Time is impatient ever watching as you linger making it wait
Stepping back from the abyss dusted earth carries and clings
Gathering your storm focused on what your decision brings
Perpetual silence until within the coil a softened voice sings
Deepened breath and open eyes as you spread your wings
Stretched and free the clouds break as you feel ready to fly
Running fast as you race to the edge never saying goodbye
Illuminating sun inspires and glimmers to a tear in your eye
Leaping over what looms wings out you reach up for the sky
Truth flees as you start to fall could you have been mistaken
The sun dissipates the feathers pull away your hope is shaken
Crashing into sand and stone as from this dream you awaken
Chains rattle you’re still the winged captive forced to be forsaken


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From the East to the West

From the East One hopes for a feast A dream one waits to come true Longing for the light to loom And expectations to fruit. In the East One looks for that same feast For no matter where you are In the East the sun always rises. From the West One hopes for a rest A grace after the life of the day And dream dreams when one lays That ask to make way. In the West One looks for that same rest For no matter where you are In the West, the sun always sets. By CarolineCecile - 01/05/12


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If I Could Again

Remembering the sun those days
the smell of the sea
northwest breeze.
A thought flew thru me
hit me brought me back again
is that you?
I close my eyes 
stumble around the rocks
a memory saved of you I find.
Then another thought flows thru me
hits me while I'm here
must be you.
Time got lost inside my mind.
But thoughts of you I always find.
Open my eyes not here I cry.
Take me to the beach where seagulls fly.
I close my eyes to dream of you.
I close my eyes to dream I'll be with you.
I close my eyes to love on you.
I close my eyes to dream to be with you.
Those summer nights with friends at parties
we were young once
flying kites.
As the sun covered me
the ocean deep blue
I remember set you free.
Now I watch those good old times
in my head
favorite movie I hit rewind.
What I remember most with you
lieing there all night
with you feeling right.
Time got lost inside my mind.
Memories of you I always find.
I close my eyes just to have that time to dream of you.
At the beach where seagulls fly.
With you if I could again I would again with you.
I close my eyes just to dream of you.
In my dream I could again with you.
Oh yes with you all over again.
Twice a million times with you.
Its you with I would again.
If I could again oh yes,
I would with you again.


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40 thieves of dreams within dreams part 2

Now we have kings of hell
A metaphysical chess of wishes
All revolving around me
Trapped inside this cave
This mountain
It’s still really before Christ
the prophet hasn’t been born
but if we can find the exit
we can change the real world
come back to this cave and rediscover destiny

A dream within a dream 
and the dreams of fourty thieves
Three wishes
And a genie passed around
An exit we can’t find
A world inside a mountain cave with a sun and its own stars
What will we do?
What will we say?
When the door opens?
The travelers come in
and the lamp with a will of its own escapes our grasp
and we are stuck here forever
Fighting amongst ourselves with our own selfishness vanity and greed?

When all of your wishes have been granted
Many of your dreams will be destroyed
Just another truthful romance of a famous Satanist 
Born into something wished upon mankind
40 thieves created in drunken stupors intellectual combat and jealousy

When will the door open and the exit be shown to us?
Will we take the population of the future world into the past with us?
Or leave them behind in this mountain?
Will you build me the king of the fourty thieves into a god?
and lock me here forever in this mountain forever
With your genie
Have you figured out the perfect wish?
Are we sober yet?
Have we woken to find sobriety?

Take me out of the harpie pool
Lead me to the wishing well
Give me my coins of the days of old
and remind me once again that we are merely traveling forward in time

Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you know what I know?
Can you see what I see?
Will u lead me to the exit?
To change our world
Or are you still wishing for all the glory?

In a dream with in a dream
40 dreamers wishing their dreams into reality stuck inside a mountain
this earth is what we are
A cavern with its own sun and solar system and space ships
and an exit into the past
where we the fourty thieves have just become
prophets and visionaries
Momentary gods of futuristic possibilities
to be creatively shunned and thrown away

Will you lead me to the exit?
Wish me to save you from your vanity denials and greed
Have you forgotten everything?
Do you know what I know?
Do you see what I see?
Am I here alone?
Did you leave already?
Is the door closed?
Is the magic word still 
Open sesame?


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Dream Big

~ Dream Big ~ It is hard to believe Sixteen years have passed Since the day you were born A bundle of joy The apple of your Dad’s eyes Your Mom’s little princess Her baby girl I knew it then and I know it now You are special Always will be The sky has no limit Neither does the Stars, Sun or Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Over the years you have grown Into a beautiful young lady Full of love Compassion and Kindness I love you so very much The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Here is to you One of the most beautiful girls I the world While some may say I am partial to you I know it is true Just keep being you The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ It’s your sweet sixteen However nothing is as sweet as you I love you so much I love you like my own You will always be The apple of your Daddy’s eyes Your Mom’s little princess Her baby girl Yet you are growing up so quick I wish nothing but the best for you I believe in you The sky has no limit Neither the Stars, Sun nor Moon You will go far I know you will Be who you want to be and ~ Dream Big ~ Happy Birthday Michelle Love Aunt Jean


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I dream of spring

With winter upon me I start to dream of spring.
Though my senses feel numb I can’t feel anything.
I remember the sun its rays could warm the soul.
Though the cold of winter is still taking its toll.

I remember the scent of flowers clinging in the air.
Where once it was barren the grass shall grow there.
The trees begin to blossom as they come alive.
The beauty surrounds in every direction I drive.

I hear the bird singing they seem to rejoice.
The enjoyment of life seems to be the only choice.
 They gather up twigs to construct a new nest.
They work until dark and then they do rest.

The days grow much longer I see so much light.
 It seems like a beacon to guide me from night.
The sun grows strong and everything grows.
The warmth can be felt as a gentle breeze blows.

I feel my spirit grows I think I can fly.
I just spread my wings and take to the sky.
 I look down to see all the world down below
The seeds that were planted are starting to grow.

I see spring much like a return of the senses
Nature agrees, it becomes a general consensus.
The dream seem so real I can taste it in the air.
 Winter shall fade and spring senses shall fare.


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Outlaw love

Stuck in these four walls
And a trashy black fence
No one could see what I have 
done
What I have become

The secret garden
Touched by heavens wings
Sunlight falling on leaves to 
perfection
Colours dreaming bright
Like no other can imagine
Every heart beat is missed
To take in the sight

Walking in this dream
The sun plays your face
The wind your voice
Flowers your scent

Nothing makes sense
But everything is clear

Dawn breaks
The dream awakes
Thunder arises and quakes the 
garden
The sun fading
Wind screaming
Flower stepped on and burnt

All lost and forgotten
Until the setting sun
Removed from heaven
To open the garden once more
The dream that I'll live forever


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Saturday in Spencer

I went to see a friend I had not seen in a while
As the day began I was greeted with smiles
The sun was so bright, the sky so blue
It seemed like a dream but really was true.

We decided to put the boat in the lake
I think of it now it was such a mistake
As we backed the boat down it flew off the trailer
The result was the launch was a total failure.

I was standing behind it and just escaped harm
As it slid towards me I envisioned buying the farm
I saw my life just flash before my eyes
I had to save myself but time just flies.

We spent hours trying to fix all that was broken
It was like being in a dream and being suddenly awoken
Nothing was damaged except maybe our pride
Maybe tomorrow we shall go for that ride?

As we towed the boat back it took all that we had
But when it was all over I kind of felt glad
I’m lucky to be here to write this down
So we decide to get something to eat in town.

We went to this place and the food was great
We talked and we ate but it was getting late
We all saw how we escaped from fate
So we gave thanks and wiped clean the slate.

On the way home the sun started to set
The colors streaked the sky where the horizon met
The stars and the moon came out to shine
I’m lucky to be here and I felt just fine.

We had a couple beers and thought how lucky we were
You never can know what’s coming that’s for sure
I just know managed to walk away again
Today I survived with some help from my friend.


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Ronin 25

hindsight if only clearer in my future my present
still sitting here upon weathered rock warmed by years
of summers sun only now can I give reflection
to the tree that sways in the breeze ebbing and flowing
in the wind of my thoughts
past memories a boy with a dream and desire
following the rising sun and daring to imagine
something outside of his world his preordained future
a goal not granted a thought riding on the coattails of
a samurai’s dressings a moment to be more than himself
before fate crashes the dream onto a rock of reality 
and a broken man sits down beside a stream
reflecting upon a weathered rock


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You

		At first sight of you on a warm day in the sunshine.
		By the river where you were gazing upon its beauty.
		Caught my eye when you walked a walk that was only yours .
		Deep, rich green eyes … you were a slow motion dream.
		Echoing through my head.
		For I had never seen.
		Gorgeous in such a way as you.
		How can I make you notice me.
		I love your face. I must make you notice me.
		Just when you turned to see me.
		Kindness in your eyes.
		Love struck my heart.
		My heartbeat like thundering hooves of a dozen wild horses.
		No one else was in this cloudy vision of mine.
		Only he and I in this place in my mind.
		Please, God let him see me with curious intrigue.
		Restless and excited I stood there.
		Silence was eerie as he began to move.  Away from me walked.
		Trying to draw him back my way with my thoughtshts.
		Unable to speak I stood there paralyzed.
		Very soon he was out of sight.
		Who was he I wanted to know him, to possess him, to melt into him.
		Young I was when that chance at love passed me by, 
		That warm day in the sunshine by the river.


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Wonderland

Once again the sandman visited late last night,
I held my arms open wide greeting him.
As the dust settles on my eyes I slip,
I fall down a hole, slipping into a new world.
A world where everything is what it isn't,
And everything it shouldn't be, it is.
I sit all day in the sun listening,
As the flowers sing me a lullaby.
The rabbit races around the clock,
Making my new world spin.
Faster and faster soon I'm sipping tea,
With a hatter whose awefully mad.
Twinkle twinkle little bat,
Goes the sleepy mouse in the tea pot.
Look out silly mouse here comes a cat,
A smile is all that shows of Sir Chesire.
This world is so strange but beautiful,
It's absolute maddness around here.
But alas it's time to go back to reality,
So I disappear into the catapillers smoke.
As I open my eyes the sun greets me warmly,
Smiling as tho it knows my secret.
That I, Alice, have been to Wonderland.


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The Dream of Red Sands

I went up the dark and white stair cases of my apartment, with keys ready in hand, upon 
arriving at the black door that leads into my house.  The echoing sounds, of my door 
unlocking could be heard throughout the hall, as my black entrance opened slowly, and 
creaked ever so feverishly.  I entered my house at approximately 3:03, and said my 
greetings to my father who was on the couch and my brother who was on the computer.  I 
went into my small room and laid on my bed and looked at the sun that was penetrating my 
window then with eyes halfway closed started to dream*.

*I’m in an unknown field surrounded by Red Sands, but the dream was a little hazy; I looked 
around and saw what looked like to be a white school house, but it was devastated and 
dirtied by the little storm of red sands that seemed to circle around it and me.   Then I heard 
the laughter of a child but there was no one around.  Then I heard the laughter of another 
and another, and then they started to appear one by one, children’s around the age of 5, 7, 
or 9.   They seemed be playing a game, a game of baseball in an apocalyptic world, and 
suddenly they vanished like  little red storm clouds.  The dream, my dream started to 
become clearer and clearer, I started to run and run thinking this would somehow make this 
dream of mine into a reality, my hands were now stretched out towards a sun that to was red. I could actually feel the red sands blowing on my face, 
my hands, my hands were now about to break the barrier between dream and reality.  
Then I heard my name being called.

My dream vanished like the red sand tornadoes, and I awoke, but my hands were stretched out towards the sun that was penetrating my window. 












^this actually happened to me


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Fulfillment

Fulfillment

What is this thing called life,
working and struggling
no end in sight
what ever became of the dreams that were me?
Where am I,
who am I,
what shall I be?
Fulfillment is the dream sleeping in the cocoon
awaiting the rebirth of the child
who still believes in the man-in-the-moon
somehow safe,
until the sun arises to awaken the child
and sparkle off the dew of hope
that keeps the dream alive.
Fulfillment shall be mine one day, and the dream,
so sweetly nurtured,
will burst forth on wings alive with vibrance and light, 
and the setting sun will no longer
bring fear of a life left undone


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Zombie ~Oh To Dream Again~

Dead
Yet still alive
Still breathing
Beating pulse
You could call me a living dead
A zombie.
Day by day 
Just trying to get through
Sleeping without dreaming
With no promise of tomorrow
But if I did dream it would all be worse
Because I would close my eyes and see your face
And that would not help my condition. 
In my world
The sun never shines
Not because it is hidden by clouds, no
It has failed  me
Ran away
There is no moon
No stars
Not even clouds
Just a blank white sky.
Numb
I wasn’t happy
Nor was I sad
I wasn’t angry or bitter
Though I was previous to my death
Now I’m just numb
I long to feel something
Anything.
I’ve ran out of tears to cry
I ran out of reasons to smile
Living a life that’s not worth living
In a world where I don’t belong
I don’t fit in
I never will
I’ve always been different
And in the eyes of others
Different is scary.
So I do my best to go unnoticed
It is painfully easy
When your out of the minds of everyone
Easily forgotten
If ever thought of to begin with
If I were to disappear
No one would care
No one would dare cry
It’s a sad fact of life
At least mine.
I’ve been fighting this for so long
I’m beginning to tire of this battle
Oh how I could just give up
Just to rest
Permanently.
I close my eyes
Shut them tight
As I slowly begin to fade away
Leaving the world around me
I open my eyes
To the sun on my face
In the open blue sky
I smile
I’m at peace
I’ll dream a dream that is already coming true
And that dream would be of you
Only to wake up with a promise of tomorrow. 


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Dawn II

The formless spider, shaking 
            coins of mourning dew off her back, 
                filtering anemic sunshine through her 
          latticed web, connected to an invisible string, drops suddenly—there she flies! 
                swinging nimbly through hazy blue 
       dawn, cutting the sky into 
 shattered glass, unhinged from 
                          gravity, as if she were wispy cirrus clouds; 
       kissed, burnt, caressed, edged around with pink—under here or there, 
    through blackness, through yawning azure or flickering orange, a rusty 
candor of mythopoeia 
                 (the shaking trees bled browning leaves that fluttered, 
 here and there, slicing lifeless 
        clouds and stirring up stale time.) 
What of the grass? 
          It billows carelessly beneath the rising 
                          sun—and that? 
                      Burning the edges of the dilapidating shack, 
                 under vines, under rotting 
             wisteria      —a man, perhaps? 
          Indeed! 
      Back from the voyage! 
         Awaking from slumber, the doctor sips his tea. 
                  (Her breasts, in the background, are bare, 
                                          barely covered, the veil flapping, 
               here or there, covering and uncovering; she still sleeps on white clouds.) 
Emancipating blackness, releasing 
          it, the palms clammy, 
             now violet, now pink, 
        now blue—and what of the mountains? 
             Severing the                bl  ue! 
             Wrapped in gold fire! 
                             Distilling      light,     dusting off impurities, stirring 
           entropy like a galaxy, stars hidden under a 
        cloth (some are brave, free-wheeling, panting like a dog, 
what of it—madness?)
                    —Dutifully the sun rises over the land like a god, 
    omniscient, 
             ever fleeting, her strokes impressionistic; 
                        Pollocks of hazy atoms illuminated, 
                uncovered, unsheathed, racing through 
                                    oblique chaos, 
                     here or there…the formless spider rises again, 
      through atoms, through the azure clouds, paint-brushed smears of violet, 
              loosening herself from space; the mourning ripples quietly, 
          here and there, and slowly returns to rest. 
The formless spider returns to her web.


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I'm Not Ready

I can hear you get ready to take your last breath;
I'm not ready for you to leave just yet.
As you dream a long peaceful dream of finally visiting the Celestial Kingdom,
though you have dreamed of this place constantly,
I'm not ready for you to watch over us yet.

I'm not ready to see you lie six feet underground.
I'm not ready to no longer see the twinkle in your eye.
I'm not ready to hear your prelude end,
for your sun to set,
and your moon to glow.

I'm not ready,
so let me prepare,
let me see the twinkle in your eye,
let me hear your prelude loud and proud,
let me see your radiant sun shine bright,
then maybe I'll be ready.

maybe I'll be ready to stop seeing the twinkle in your eye,
to hear your prelude end in a soft sad chord,
to let your sun set and your moon to glow,
to let you sprout wings and fly to the Celestial Kingdom,
to watch over me for always and eternity.


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Crucial supremacy


The sun shines unexpectedly
And my eyes are still drowsy
I’ve gotta to find a way to fly
To another town but still under the same sky
Bitter days and coldly nights as always
I’ve gotta hold on for another day
My dream is high and it’s started to stray 
But hope confides in me and told me to stay
I need to fasten up my safety belt
And I will blast to the outer space
This is the feeling that I felt
I need to find a way to seize the future
I hold this body of mine
It’s burning with the flame of hope
The entire dream I have in mind  
This is the story I have to finish
Shady misery,
Stay away from my positive thought
I’ll take my boat and sailed away
I won’t let myself fall from grace 
I won’t pretend when I am sad
I’m only human in the inside
There is no superman in this earth
We’re just people with life plans
I will wait to find the future
When I find it, I will grab it
Keep it inside my pocket and hold on to it
And the past will be the book of appreciation
Don’t look back if you’re afraid
Every life has a meaning for every soul
The night will fly by in time
And the sun shines your day again
My crucial supremacy


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Your Knight

With faded, severed notions
Darkened skies
I count the years that I closed my eyes

With fearful sensations
I open my mind
I see the monsters taking their time

With life overcast
I sense a storm
I let the screams come at me like swarms

With dreams of a shadow
I dream I’m real
I dream the sun can never make me feel

With visions of the daylight
Visions at night
I visualise a demon taking my sight

With mirrors all around me
I bury my mind
I stay away from others before they can find

My faded, severed notions
Reasons why
The blood red oceans and darkened skies

My dreams of a shadow
It’s not real
There is no sun and I could never feel

Darkness speaking through me
The sacrifice
I take my seat and gather the night
I take my throne and name my kingdom ‘your light’