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Seattle Passions

It's not easy to give up a dream. In fact, I can't do it. The burning hunger never dies Even as the times and locations change Into horrifying masks, Irrecognizable from your short-sighted expectations. The stupefying trick of life being: You propose a gift to yourself. In return you get the blending colors of your painted dreams; The self-alterating unconscious, The man behind the wheel who has no notion Of a wheel in front of him. He's too busy dreaming of the moment He drives the car into the open green day To realize there's never Been a lack of motion, A lack of a wheel, A lack of an open road. You dream in black and white As you live in profound color. A magnet to passion Entangled as you are By a lurid and wondrous grief. The grief of infinite options As you turn the wheel once again: Here plows you through your garden of troubles Smile and rejoice and love man's holy rubble. You dream your own magic. So stay true, keep bold, And declare your own flag. And, yes, it may burn through the night. But the night is cold, and dark, and good.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 3/5/2009 12:42:00 AM
I'm in awe of your strong emotion and the vivid way you write, please keep us entertained....Aleera
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Date: 2/2/2009 8:44:00 PM
This is the first time I have read you. This really hit home for me, I hope to read you more. Very extremely well written.
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