Whenever I dream of a dragon,
She's tatooed and covered in ink,
Enticing my mind to imagine,
The icing of blue upon pink...
Flowing like water and pouring,
The color she wears like a dress,
Yet hiding what seems so alluring,
What others may see as excess...
And never a drip as its running,
Just missing a space down her back,
That obviously makes her as stunning,
As anything else I look at...
So hastily I grab a paint brush,
That's made from the finest of hair,
To run down her body as I blush,
Uncovering what's already there....
Whenever I dream of a dragon,
I hope it has painted on skin,
Because anything else I imagine,
Could not be as fun to begin..
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purple sky above
fits my dreams like a glove
the blue grass blowing
from the windy day
like the twister in my head
swirling around thoughts of dread
as they take my innocence away
my dream world becomes a nightmare
purple skies turn to gray
i shouldn't but i cant hear my words
what's happening to my dream world
its falling apart at the seam
cant tell reality from a dream
i fade into nothing
into the pits of insanity
oh wait...it was just a dream
I have a dream!a dream to love and to be loved by all,
I have a dream a dream to stand and not always fall.
A dream to control not to be controlled,
A dream to live and not get old.
A dream to pass without having to try,
A dream to smile and not always cry.
A dream to speak and to speak out loud,
A dream to touch to stars,sky and the clouds.
A dream to accept the things that I am and not what I want to be, a dream to stop
dreaming and happy being ME.
To Dream is an honorable thing
sometimes it includes a gift or a ring
but not all people have the same dream
some of them want to dance or to sing
a dream can come in many forms
but the impotant ones makes you feel warm
Even kids dream in the sky
some of them want to fight or to fly
all that is said
is what you dream in a bed
you can always achive
if you beleive
all that i say
is dream, dream away
when I was a little girl I would dream of the impossible.
I would dream that someday everyone would know my name.
That someday my name would be on the cover of a book,
that I could pass down to future generations.
I have searched high and low to find some one to publish my works.
Now the time has come for me to put my destiny in the hands of a stranger
Will my works be good enough?
Will they send them back?
I often think of these questions in my heart
How do I know what to expect?
If I never put myself out there and take the chance.
So today is my day to see what I am made of.
When I started out no one read my works,
I was terrified to hear what others had to say.
Now I have enough confidence in myself to go all the way.
to find out if my dream will become my reality.
I thought about you last night;
I hope that you don’t mind;
You showed up in my nighttime dream,
One of those sexually explicit kind.
You may not think of me like this,
And to be quite honestly true,
I am just a little bit surprised
That my dream had featured you.
I don’t mean to embarrass you,
Or put you on the spot;
I just thought I would mention that
In my dream you were really hot.
I hope that this admission
Doesn’t ruin our friendship;
I wonder if reciprocated,
Would you dare to mention it?
So with your permission,
If I can influence my dreams,
I’d like to allow my consciousness
To continue with this theme.
I dream of you.
Do you dream of me too?
I wonder if you're near.
I miss the touch,
Miss it so much,
Of one I hold so dear.
In my dreams you're real
And what we feel
Is everything that's right.
When I'm asleep
The dreams I keep
Inside my heart, held tight.
I dream of you.
Do you dream of me too?
I came home late and went to bed,
pulled the cover over my head.
As I lay drifting off to sleep,
my mind’s thoughts went too deep.
My eyes came open but I could not shift,
my body tranced, paralysis was swift.
I felt the bed sink as I lay prone,
but no one was there, I was alone.
As I laid there too scared to cry,
I thought for sure that I would die.
The weight of a body laid on mine,
feeling stress on my legs and spine.
I could not move, even vocalize,
I knew my mind had to focalize.
I laid there thinking it was just a dream,
I had to except it, I could not scream.
Ten years passed when the next dream occurred,
to others, this dream was quite absurd.
Again I was lying prone but asleep,
awoke when my neck felt a figure creep.
I shrugged my shoulders to make it cease,
managed to say; stop, give me some peace.
For years I have been free from this nightmare,
that left me loath sleep and dreading the scare.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Seventh Place Winner ~ "A Fragmented Dream” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance~A Rambling Poet
Oct. 4, 2010
In visions of the Darkest night,
You scarce know what you’ll see;
You close your eyes and drift to sleep,
And slowly start to dream;
It could be scary monsters
With claws and rearing heads;
Or something from the murky depths,
That everyone secretly dreads;
Or maybe you’ll see Happy thoughts,
And dream of your prince to be;
Or perhaps you’ll dream of flying,
You never know what you’ll see;
But no matter where your dreams take you,
It’s always nice to come back to;
The reality that your life has created,
And the one that waits there for You.
They say dreams never do come true..
But they are wrong, I say they do
I dream of violence, I dream of hurt
I dream of children, they live in dirt
I dream of you, I dream of me
I dream of how this was never meant to be
I dream of my feelings, I dream of my thoughts
I dream of these things, I dream of them lots
I dream of my loved ones, I dream of the dead
I dream of these thoughts, exploding my head
I dream of you yelling, I dream of you crying
I dream of you hiding, I dream of you lying
I dream of you hurting, I dream of you shutting me out of your life
I dream of the of the only one I can trust, I dream of my knife.
They say dreams never do come true,
But they are wrong, I say they do.
I like to walk alone
I like to walk alone
In the desert...
By the light of
The stars....
And the moon......
A man.......being a man...
Alone...and comfortable
In his own skin....
I dig a hip hole....
Yes, the sand is cold....it doesn't remember me...
And that's as it should be....
Laying down and looking up
At all the gems and jewels
God has given us.....
To dream that dream again
Of you.....
And the day you wore that
Empire dress...
When we were just kids...
Funny what a man
Thinks about as
He closes his eye's
To sleep.
I stumble from the cab of this ole truck,
To the sleeper where I lay.
My eyes close,I drift off to dream land,
And I awake to a sunny day.
I smell leather as its cent kisses the air,
I have a taste of gun smoke,
The sound of spurs clinging from a boot,
All the horses dust is so thick it could make you choke.
The smell of rot gut liquor,
The sound of a swinging saloon door.
The sliding of the glass as it sciffs across the bar,
The laughter from the second floor.
The meeting in the streets at twelve o'clock,
To see who had the fastest gun.
To the card tables where money lay,
An argument over who won.
Hand as quick as lighting,nerves of steel,
The two fourty-fours hangin on my side.
Well now I must wake up,put the six shooters away,
This big ole truck is the only horse I will ride.
Time to leave that dream land for another day,
Need to get this rig down the road.
I will return to dream land,to my western world,
But I really need the pay,so now I'll deliver the load.
Oh Kathleen! You seem as distant from me
as some ancient nebulous universe
yet near as last night’s dreamy reverie.
Are you just luminous stardust dispersed
into eyes of a starry-eyed lover
by some celestial fairy sandman?
Only to awaken and discover
that your loveliness is nothing more than
a dream imagined. Must I wipe away
this besprinkled magic dust that beguiles
me? To watch your lovely image this day
fade from view, then reappear with a smile
at days end in a dream, again of you.
Oh! Hasten sleep that I may dream anew.
The dream kindled the story's passion.
All the colors crashed together forcefully;
Like a vision of madness,
It told of everything's nothingness.
All the colors crashed together forcefully.
We met where beauty and wreckage joined.
It told of everything's nothingness -
Yet the compassion exploded around us.
We met where beauty and wreckage joined.
Loneliness floated away with the open air -
Yet compassion exploded around us
And the night's sorrow's drowned with the tide.
Loneliness floated away with the open air.
Hidden within, there is unrivaled amazement
And the night's sorrows drowned with the tide.
The dream kindled the story's passion.
drifting along the milky way looking and
watching the clouds roll away looking at
the rainbow in the sky drifting and dreaming
as time goes by as I twinkle in my head
nothing whispered nothing said only moments
sitting day dreaming while I just sit and stare
when I want to get away when I want to pass
the time when I want curl up and leave it
all behind I dream about the sweetest things
that nothing can compare when I day dream
my thoughts take me everywhere.
Copyright@July2005
Patricia Jaye
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