My mind is at play
Thoughts drifting away
I am neither here nor there
I am elsewhere
I am thinking of distant lands
Beautiful oceans & golden sands
Martini’s & cigarettes
Sunsets & no regrets
My heart is filled with happiness
Sunlight instead of darkness
All my problems have gone
This is where I belong
Music fills the air
I am without a care
Here I am free
Free to be me
Looking for something to brighten my day
Want to run off and play
Preferably free but willing to pay
Something to take me away
Want to feel happy and gay
Maybe have some tea at the local café
Attend an event that is underway
Some candy and a flower bouquet
Eat my full at a delicious buffet
Somewhere quiet I can lay
Go for a ride on a sleigh
Dance with the cabaret
Maybe enjoy a souffle
With a juicy filet
Play some croquet
Shout out hooray
Laugh like a clown
Enjoy every sound
Joy to be found
Playing in the crowd
Shouting out loud
Happy and proud
Standing my ground
Doing things unallowed
Back to work I will go
My day moving slow
Feeling a need to grow
Thinking of good times from long ago
I am gonna stop dreaming
I am awaken I am present here receiving
Those the graces those blessings of the Lord
Arisen I arose, I arise
I am His and He is mine
7/2/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Warm sheets, and covered feet
Scared to move
For the heat could instantly fleet
Droopy eyes, and sour breath
A new day
Another tomorrow
But perhaps I'll stay in bed a little bit longer
Muscles ache, and time continues to tick
But somehow laying in bed makes it all slow down
Time stops
And energy is restored
So now I can be the person I was before
The alarm clock screeches
The ceiling fan buzzes
The dog barks a symphony but I won't budge
Simply just waiting for the sun to fall
For a new day
Another tomorrow
And maybe this time
I won’t want to stay in bed a little bit longer
And the screeching alarm will stop
And the ceiling fan will end its endless spin
And the house will fall quiet
And I’m now ready to start a new day
Another tomorrow
And a more interesting chapter
Day dreamer, dreaming
In the boat with no destination
Thinking of life restoration
In the middle of the sea with her relatives
Focusing on how to change their lives
Day dreamer, dreaming
Strong wind started blowing
Heaving rains started raining
Everyone in the boat was so confused
Praying to God to be helped
Day dreamer, dreaming
Everyone was so dissapoiting
No more choice to continue sailing
Without good destination of reinstallation
Turning back home became their best solution
March 28/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
I think perhaps or not to dream
through clouds above ocean’s peacekeeping
to be transfixed on sunsets
spellbound by breath of breeze
and smell of summer fading
February 22, 2022
Roses are red and yellow
Roses are pink and white
Near a that is round
A berry tree has grown
The birds are flocking
to the tree
They are at the house
that is round
Filling their stomachs
with berries
A howling wind is blowing
All through the evening
It sounds like a storm
While the snowflakes
are dancing
Quickly zig-zag to
the ground
Day dreaming of
summer
While the snowflakes
spread
Day Dreaming Cowboy
Wish I was a cowboy
Just for you tonight
We’d Waltz and two step
Across this bar room floor
We’d put quarters in the juke box
Till they spilled upon the floor
We’d sing along with
Hank and Willy
Till they couldn’t take it anymore
I’d smother you in
Belt buckles
From my latest rodeo
I’d be the cowboy
Who rode that bull
Ten seconds more
I’d put you on a stallion
Let you lope across the
Wind swept prairies of my mind
I’d trade my Stetson
For your Levi’s
And lacy underwear
I’d place your boots
Beneath my bed
Till the little ones came
And kissed us both goodnight
I wish I was that cowboy
Just for you tonight
Lon 4/19/2021
the red glow so far away
so close, embraced
the burst of innervated dawn
restraining its awe
the uplift of a lemony-spring
sponge-squeezed from the sudsy sun
the faucet of quiet waters turned off
the aura of a red and white sail on the run
and my day’s just begun
just wait
until the unspooling of the supermoon
the sand dunes of midnight
dreaminess in the lightly rocking socket
infused with Panamanian water lilies
whereas my ears leap at the splash
of oar-rowed canoes
my eyes behold but a shadow of heaven
and i almost die right there and then
in my dugout
i awake to a blue ceiling with stars
hazardly close
unable to breach the barrier reef
i sink into my pillow
in stillness
asleep
6/25/2019
Well Played
I’m older now
Older than I thought
I would ever be
My life began in
Black and white, then
Exploded into electric
Crayola vivid colors that
Ripped away the veils
Turned me on to the
Sublime infection called music
And all the sensory goodies
Flew at my waiting young face
With Cat four hurricane force
Bosche’s Garden of Earthly Delights
Was more a lifestyle than an
Incredible oil on canvas and
Sometime during that amazing
full tilt boogie I learned to
Deep dive inside and began
To tell myself the unadorned truth
Watching as layer after layer of
Cumbersome story sloughed off
And my choices took on a softer
Texture more temperate, less wild
Yes I’m older now
Older than I thought
I would ever be but
I’ve never been more at home
living in my skin...
The time spent thinking up these rhymes,
could be put to better use.
I could learn a language, or DIY the house.
Maybe learn to fly a plane, or sail across the sea,
or walk across the Gobi, and drink Mongolian tea.
I could learn to play piano,
it can't be all that hard,
after all, I used to play tin whistle,
when I was just a lad.
There must be lots of activities,
I'm not too old to learn,
like playing tennis, keeping fit,
I've got some fat to burn.
But, Hey, you're no Spring chicken,
my dear wife likes to say,
Sit in your chair, put the blanket round,
and balance this tea tray.
I suppose I'll just keep dreaming,
of things that I could do,
or maybe write ideas down,
and make a rhyme or two.
Looking up at the waterfall
as it cascaded into the pool
sound of running water
as it flowed downstream
his thoughts rambled
lost in a day dream
always come back to her
visions on his mind
no matter where he was
she would be there smiling
he could almost reach out
and touch her cheek
with a heavy sigh
he turned to leave
would he ever see her
or was she a fragment
of his imagination
this girl who appears in dreams.
The impossibilities I think of everyday
The fantasies of my own
In reality, hard to define
I am the girl of several pursuits
Wishing to fight all my demons
In a hope to find solace
Though, I still wait for my prince charming
To abode in a enchanted castle
On the stars, I want to dazzle
There, in the yard, staring hazel
I want to be a warrior
To ride on my own chariot
I am strong enough to fight
But weak enough to face the ridicules
I look myself living a conqueror life
I even look myself as a phantom of my own imagination
I am brave enough to face people
But lie to my own face
Accomplishment is all I want
Perfection is all I seek
My Fascination is all I have.
My Religious Studies School Class
At the back of the class on the seat of a wooden writing desk
Like a thinner version of Billy Bunter, ink blots and all.
Ensconced with both eyes open, listening, but body drifting
This was Religious Studies in the old school attic classroom.
My name is Michael, the boys call me "Michael Smichael".
In my daydream, I am the Archangel Michael on my throne
Seated to the right of the Almighty whose holy voice booms,
"Archangel Michael, all is not well in the Earthly World".
I turned to my left to reply, when I was struck by a piece of chalk.
"Michael", says the Very Reverend Welch David Davis
"Repeat my last sentence". I reply "All is not well in the Earthly World".
Says the very Reverend Welch David Davis, "And why is that Michael?".
"Too much day dreaming, instead of paying attention", says I.
The other boys chorus, "Michael Smichael gets yet another detention".
"Report to the 'Sergeant at Arms' after school for one hour",
Booms the Very Reverend Welch David Davis.
day dreaming
picturesque
scenery created
within the wounding
mind's eye
dreamscape of
mental illusions
mind games played
within the subconscious
generating falsehoods
passing fairy tales
of as personal reality
mental distortion
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