Best Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of Poems
The waves were gently beating
against the stark white sand
as we stood together gazin
out where there was no land.
Just endless, rolling ocean
with a caressing, scented breeze.
The stuff that dreams are made of
that brings you to your knees.
Our bodies close together
our hearts in perfect time
We'd finally found the one place
we thought we'd never find.
Lary Houston
As I was walking on the beach one day, with my dear friend in mind,
a shiny sparkling stone was there, for me to see and find..
Picking up this omen, to me was surely a must, for the sparkling
that I saw, indeed, was Heavenly Dust..
I looked up to the Heavens, and saw your loving face, I knew
at once, it was you who put it in this place..
As tears came to my eyes, and I began to cry, I thanked the Lord
many times, I didn't pass it by..
Thinking of you as I walked along the soft and glimmering sand,
I held the stone with passion, gently in my hand..
I've kept this with remembrance, of my loving friend, that's you,
and with you in mind, I hold it, to keep from feeling blue..
These words I say to you, my friend, are only just the start,
of the gift of giving that I feel, to put comfort in your heart..
As you hear these words, remember, there's an Angel inside of you,
who knows the stuff that dreams are made of, they are made of you..
The time is now, to know our Angels, the Heavens are all set,
the journey begins, a new day is dawning, and I'm so glad we met..
Remember that the Angels strum their music, sweetly through our
souls, and guide us as we strive to reach out hopes and all our goals..
They give us visions that we see, and a light with a golden hue..
They fill us up with dreams, and watch them all come true..
Allow the windows of your soul to open to the fresh air of God,
and see the Angels watching, with a loving, understanding nod..
In this life, remember that your an Angel too, and if you
feel a presence, it's me, your Angel, watching over you..
So now the gift you gave to me on the beach that lovely day,
I give to you, in return, and I only hope and Pray, that the
peace and joy I've found in it, for you will forever stay..
Stay well my friend, and with "Angels All Around," I know
the happiness you seek will surely now be found.
Lost in the stuff that dreams are made of
Floating on tails of whales
Tasting the sunrise without approbation
Sleeping in crumpled up sails
Losing my voice in the heat of a song
Lighting the stars with my candle
Piercing the poppy's delicate paper
Earrings too dainty to handle
Diving to depths with the cavern's unrest
Breathing in water for air
Shards of the sunlight pin prick my feet
like padded fins pruny and bare
Tumbled and tossing in moments engrossing
Lost in a brief afterthought
in the sweet lucid seconds between night and day
when my dream residues are still caught...
He travels through the Universe
Hopping from galaxy to galaxy
After doing what must be done
Stopping from one star system to another
Seeking out habitability for his super consciousness
Turning lifelessness into life
Each planet spinning with the stuff that dreams are made of. . .
His dreams made manifest with mysticism and wonder
Every solar system has a green zone
And that is where he starts
Out like a wizard he waves his magic wand
Moving planets like billiard balls
But with lots of smashing and crashing
Fire and brimstone, he plays like a mad potter
Until he’s satisfied with what he’s done
But when he’s done, he’s really just begun
To shape his world with mountains, lakes, and oceans.
His breath he breathes into atmosphere
A song he sings uniquely brings forth
Greenery or purpleness, sometimes his purposefulness
mixes the wonderfulness beyond our imagination
Alien landscapes is what we would see
And then the real magic begins. . .
An infinite infinity of variations of life
Anything he pleases, even from his sneezes
He creates the strangest of strange
The duck billed platypus is an example of this
He just can’t help himself sometimes
It’s in his nature, he’s a cosmic crusader
An articulated animator, it’s part of his genealogy
It makes him laugh to know that
One day, one day
Some lifeforms of his
Will think him a god
Perhaps, he is
Perhaps
Perhaps, he is just expressing himself
Perhaps, he just thinks of himself
- a galactic graffiti artist
The Earth is a living entity
A living sphere
spinning and gyro scoping
Forever generating and vibrating
Living Energy
With a swirling nickel/iron liquid core
that reaches out thru the Cosmos like a cosmic door
Forever protecting the floor of Flaura
The stuff that dreams are made of everyone
Hot magma blood that cools into a crust
Grounded by gravity’s leash from the sun
An atmosphere of gases that gives
All life breath
The Earth, she breathes
just like the best of us
Living here
- Blessed Be
(the lungs like fresh air)