("And Dream of Sheep", 2018, original encaustic)
Time stretched out to fill decades
Within just the blink of an eye
Time stretched out to fulfill lifetimes
Who am I now?
Who was I then?
Alone I rummage around in memories
And in dreams my loneliness
Is crowded out with so many others
Each distinct, often unknown
And I a view absorb it all
An old man living in isolation
Yet each night filled to overflowing
With others
I know my time is numbered
Yet each night I get a glimpse
Of what really is
Just a long strange continuum of lives
Lived in love, inescapably in love.
(6/13/26)
Whistling through forests grey and darkening
Warning night hunters back to hiding
Wind as violin on ice branches crying
Whipping from trunk stiff limbs knocking
Weak pines roots from ground unearthing
Whirlwind dance broken life bouncing
With soft snow peaks and angles rounding
Walking through cracks with ice teeth biting
While shoeless blue dreams on never ending
Warm white sands are running
'Follow your dream'
easier said than done
as the girl of my dreams
for me she is the only one
and yet for her I don't exist
she sees through me sad to say
don't have what (it) takes her fancy
won't even look my way
as ships which pass in the night
our two hearts will never meet
I find mine's a dead-end dream
on the wrong side of a one-way street
I have lost my get-up-and-go,
It got up and went.
I don't know how it got up
As it was looking tired. And spent.
It must have left quietly,
It never made a sound,
I can't be bothered to look for it,
I am sure it is around.
I feel lost without it,
I don't know what to do
I find this frustrating
And irritating, too.
My bed is unmade
There are unwashed dishes in the sink,
I am feeling very thirsty,
I would appreciate a drink.
My eyes feel heavy,
I will close them for a while.
I arrive in Dreamland,
Which makes my old eyes smile.
I visit Dreamland often,
It's a place I've got to know.
It's also the place,
Where I will see My Got Up and Go
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
That kid In my dreams
you took that from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
A smart young man
As according to his plan
You took that from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
That picture perfect man
Beautiful wife at my hand
A happy home and some land
You took that from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
The world's greatest dad
To the beautiful little girl I had
She was my world
My Destiny
You took her from me
You took that from me
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
The me I was truly meant to be
You took that from me
You took that from me
Now as you see
There's nothing left of me
You took all I ever had
And all my dreams are sad
I will never get to be
The man in my dreams
I will never get to feel
The love of what is real
I will never get to know
Just how far life will go
I'll never get to see my destiny
You took that from me
You took that from me
I miss the night;
so waverly;
I am not promised,
breath lying here horizontally;
in my bed 3/4 there dead;
My consciousness is blurred;
my dream state a reality centered;
speak to me Father;
in my subconscious;
merrily in the blackness;
sometimes there's dreams and visions;
I am knighted the black and white scenes;
IN MINE DREAM SPEAK TO ME LORD GOD AS I DREAM
that are coming to me;
visions of God talking to me;
Communication and direction;
speaking unto me how;
So big am I how shall I be;
So warned yet is still;
I house His breath;
Dream on talk to me God;
Dream on give me vision;
MINE DREAM SPEAK TO ME LORD GOD AS I DREAM
Dream on give me songs;
How long shall I dream;
as you talk to me;
it's so seen that I just lie here;
dormant and in do revenant Dream On...
In me speak Lord Speak
11/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Each night I lie sleeping
I dream of wondrous places in a reverie
Hopes leaping
Floating on clouds
Til daybreak washes over me
No crowds
Dream on
Sunlight, I see
Dawn
Each night I lie sleeping
Til daybreak washes over me
Dawn
Dream on Shakespeare, to be or not to be
That is the question, you are always asking me
Like a slo-mo record, that goes on and on
You bore me with your Guru quotes
Oh universal one!
Dream on Shakespeare, just like the Caliban
Are you an academic beast
Or just a real hue-man
Your high brow takes
On life’s mistakes are just because you can.
So dream on Shakespeare, you may have the same name
But nothing in your soliloquy, is as high as William’s game
And so I leave a little note, to say that I am gone
So dream on Shakespeare
Dream on.
Silly of me to think that I
would ever find a loving guy
for my active little soul
and yet I grow old
silly of me to think that he
could love me the way I need to be
cherished abound
all that foolish love
I thought that I found
so leave me to Hope
and wish you think of me
just I like this
not just a fling
or any casual or usual thing
but a love that is so rare
that it would take years to hold so dear
silly of me to Dream On past
all the hurt
The shame and the scars
for someone just for me
the way I dreamed it should always be
During sleep, as we dream,
we are the dreamed object,
knowing not the dreamer
is also us in trance.
Love then’s the redeemer.
During sleep, as we dream,
we’re bereft of free will
or so it does appear,
responding by instinct,
emoting joy and fear.
During sleep, as we dream,
we’re yet attached to form,
though it’s an illusion
of which we’re ignorant,
so what’s the solution?
During sleep, as we dream,
if stillness our fulcrum,
awareness void-centric,
we succumb not then to
any ego spawned trick.
16-June-2022
A dream so real
A feeling of being there
While asleep in my bed
In a wooded area
With a narrow winding road
Leading me to a river
Whistling through forests grey and darkening
Warning night hunters back to hiding
Wind on violin branches ice tears crying
Whipping tender limbs and stiff trunks knocking
Weak pines with roots from ground unearthing
Whirlwind dance broken life bouncing
With snow drifts peaks and angles rounding
Walking in through cracks with ice teeth biting
While shoeless dreams on endless
White sands with azure blue skies are running
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Shattered dreams, plans left undone,
Waking up to the morning sun.
Feeling a chill in the air,
Realizing that no one is there.
Words spoken in moments of bliss,
Swept quietly into the abyss.
Surges of pain, falling like rain,
Promises made and broken again.
Peddling up steam, struggling to survive,
Barely able to stay alive.
LOVE messes with your head,
LOVE creates the living dead.
Dreams submerged under the deep,
Are best left for those who sleep.
TIME is not our friend,
TIME signals it’s the end.
Create a dream that will come true,
Never give up until you do.
Shattered dreams and victories won,
Waking up to the morning sun.
Some people
Weren’t allowed to dream
Some people
Aren’t allowed to dream
Some people
Didn’t want to dream
Some people
Can’t dream
Some people
Are too scared to dream
Some people
Dream in black and white
Some people
Dream in colour
Some people
Hate those
That do dream
So please
Dream on dreams
Dream on
i'm in one
of Poe's
dreams
within
a dream
but it's another's
and he has not
discovered
he's still
sleeping
believing he's
my manager
but i don't
want to
wake
him
for in his
dream i am
enjoying a day off
and as long as he sleeps
i
will
have
retired
kicking
his
chair
as i
leave
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