I spend 80% of the day waiting for you to come home
And the other 20% hoping you won't leave again.
It's never easy
But through the summer's and winter's,
those fresh spring's and chilly fall's
I'll be there.
Right where you left me
The life of a pet is never easy.
I woke up in paradise,
beneath a sky painted pink.
Then suddenly, I was on a mountain,
watching the clouds drift below.
I blinked—
and found myself by the sea,
standing beneath a crimson moon.
Everything felt real
until I woke up again—
Oh! It's just another dream.
August 28, 1963
On the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D. C.
Martin Luther King Jr. set aside his prepared notes…
his thoroughly planned out theme
and expressed to the entire world watching…
”I have a dream”
Which became the dream for many of us
who happened to be listening in…
that we judge people on their character
not by the color of their skin
That freedom should ring not for only some in this country
not just for you and me…
but from the mountains of New York, the Rocky Mountains of Colorado
and the hills of Mississippi.
I was 10 years old when Martin spoke about his dream…
a dream many of us hoped to see…
a dream that that remains just a dream
now that I’m 73.
It’s been 63 years since that moment…
when he expressed a dream many of us continue to dream too…
and I will never understand why there are people in this world…
who don’t want our dream to come true.
Truly beautiful she was; I saw from afar
I seek closeness yet she belongs to the star
Such enthralling blush of her tulips brown
And such glossy hair by her twinkling crown
Certainly her violet eyes are nymph of serenity
That surely would lure me beyond eternity
I parted my heart's desire to the gentle stream
While she softly hummed and loitered within my dream
Merely a dream is I could hold her courteous hand
And wander within our laughter over my fairyland
O' these heart's desire so blazing and fiery
Much like a blossoms of gorse; golden and glittery
I crawled within my dream and watched her waves of a sea
And watched her with my weary eyes across the same lea
Beneath the same pearly clouds and sphery moon
I loved this quiet evenfall and her
soothened croon
With gladness I laid beneath the Hawthorn and see her go
While she soflty sailed to where my rivers never flow-
And I parted my heart's desire to the gentle stream
And it speaks,'Tis a love not merely a dream'
The distance between light?
One need not count
stars, nor measure a rocket flight --
If one on another, far out there,
gazing back a thing would not be brighter
down here.
In every dark, a flicker of light --
Why I advocate dreams….
in my mind, i try to live a dream
where i go to my dream college
and has a perfect personal life
i have a lover waiting at my dorm
after i return from taking lectures
then we both look at the stars and fall asleep
in my mind, i try to live a dream
where i have nothing to fear about
and have a perfect college life
i have so many friends
with common goals and interests
and i just sit in the evening facing the sun.
A dream is a want for something you may never get, but that's the point of a dream: to want something more, to wish for something better, no matter how small or large. Some dream of money, some of fame, while some dream of escaping whatever hell they're in. Some dream of getting away, while others just want to get through another day. But that's the thing with dreams: no matter how small or big, everyone has something they want. Some are reasonable, while others may never come true. But sometimes it's better to have a goal, an idea to keep you moving, even if it never comes true. A dream is a hope to yourself, a wish for something, not a promise. Chasing it may not lead to happiness or grief, but nevertheless, your dream is not the same as others. It is in that difference that everyone is unique, because what's perfect in their dream is not the same as others'
How wakes the Dream
When the dawn breaks?
The distant crow,
The vestige o’ertakes;
Fields of green and fertile row—
The sounds of the city o’erthro’
The Dream flitters toward the window
Dissolving in sparkles of light,
Round the curtain’s glow.
What the day portends, we should not know,
We make brave ourselves and off we go.
To fight the fight, to sleep another night,
And dream a Dream of soft glowing sunlight,
The field we tend of our own will, and might
And the quaint little home and puffing chimney white.
Be still Dream and let me hold thee,
And behold a life that was meant for me,
For when I wake thou shalt flutter away
Midst the noises of another moiling day.
The shattered glass on the wall shows a crooked reflection of the soul I once had,
That child smiles at me as if she can't see the life ahead- no time limit to her joy, no suffering in sight,
Bloodstained shadows envelop me, like the embrace of a home I've never been to.
I never thought i'd have to bid valediction to a memory i'd fabricated- but when you've been isolated in your realm and burdened by your creation, that child's light begins to fade...
The helmet on my head is forged from divine carcass: the spine of an unfortunate challenger.
My crown is my armour, my symbols of office, I can't risk my throne or my realm or my mind.
My sanity is spent but reality is bent to my bidding: I can't crack the facade if the illusion is the truth.
She waits in a dream.
Stone clouds hang motionless, swallowing a star.
Millions of dull green blades dance to a false wind.
Dead flowers dot the horizon—
patches of absolute nothing.
How can a flower be void?
How can a sky be still?
Across the fields there is nothing.
A perfect array of lies.
Yet someone walks.
Her feet brush the grass, but it does not bend.
Her clothes refuse the wind.
Only her hair stirs.
Dark eyes, dark hair.
Pale skin, pale clothes.
She smiles, though I do not know her.
How can I miss someone I have never met?
Still, she smiles.
She waits in a dream.
I saw my mom in a dream,
but it was not a dream at all.
It was a shadow stitched from silence,
a nightmare draped in the shape of her.
Each step I took, she drifted further,
a ghost tethered to my heartbeat.
Her lips moved, calling my name—
“Neo,”
but the sound dissolved in the air,
vanishing before it could reach me.
The floor beneath me was water,
and the walls around me bled light.
I ran, I reached, I stumbled—
but she was always away,
always a breath ahead,
always a memory I could not touch.
And I woke,
with her echo still clinging to my chest,
a whisper I could not escape,
a dream that did not end,
a nightmare that followed me
into the quiet of my own room.
I kicked my legs and off I went
Up into the midnight black,
The sky tilted, the trees bent
As I looked down and back
To narrowly miss the drifted stars
I quickly ducked my head ...
Out beyond lies Saturn and Mars
And my body in it's bed ...
I flipped on a windy draft
Landing on a crescent beam,
The moon and I simply laughed
About my flying in a dream.
I found a book with someone else’s name inside
a reminder that she was loved, encouraged, chosen.
But I am not Mary Angie,
and no Lisa writes hope into my story.
I hope I was Mary Angie sometime
so I can express my love and passion
without being judged or shut down.
I wish I had Lisa as a family,
a person who supports and encourages me,
but for I am not Mary Angie
nor have Lisa on my side,
so I will shut my hopes
since hope only fuels the hunger of a fool
a fool who dreams too big and alive.
Oh dear Mary Angie,
for I am not like you,
a person who dreams and loves…
for I am taught to follow my parents’ dreams
since I can’t dream for myself,
nor truly live or love.
So dear Lisa, I will stop here,
Because I am tired of living in pain and lies…
for I am not Mary Angie,
nor have you on my side.
Riding in the car, nerves in my stomach
I know that I need to tell her my truth
I know the word will lead to my mumick
But I must let my heart sing like a luth
A *****, what a pathetic thing to be
Yet when I told her, she spoke no ill words
Not a slur, not a curse was said to me
I always thought I’d be thrown out like curds
Then I roused from my sleep, from my dream
Truth not it be, my mother loving me
I cry stars for tears, they glitter and gleam
I hide my truth from her, I let it be
A real dream I had of my real taboo
A real dream, but never a dream come true
I live a dream no one can see
Awakening doesn’t interrupt it
This dream meanders seamlessly
Like chapters in the manuscript
I haven’t finished reading, though
I can rewrite some episodes
The most important ones, to show
That I’m still on a boat that floats
Out in the sea, but the next day
I’m waking on a landing plane
I’m always coming home to say
How much I love you, but again
I fail my little home to find
But your sweet breath I feel quite near
You could’ve hugged me from behind
But neither you nor I are here..
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