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Why are dreams the only thing left to free?
Apart from the air we just breathe
Even birth has a monetary value
Bringing life to this new world a child so pure
Asked once a man, about his dreams
He said
All I want is what I desire
My desires are not a faint of heart to perspire
Normality and Peace is what I dream everyday
Yet I learn is its just a mind’s play
Not seeking for lot of monetary gains
Nor a place where everyone’s a saint
Just seeking normality in Life, which I dream everyday
But Yet I am just a fool to realize it’s a game that my mind plays
No Interest in Being the richest in town
Neither a king with a golden crown
Seeking for true love and faith in prayers
Waiting for answers and prayers to be heard
I’m Not a Man with a huge rapport, said he,
Just one of the normal kind
Political Borders are meant for one’s who see
But I am the One who is out to seek
Seeking for a normal truth, a truth about my dream
Why is it ,unachievable, making me bend down and scream
A Normal person , I am, Unable to See beyond Walls
Yet I try to take a leap and see if it falls
A drop of water can make a flame of fire go cold
Then why do the brave men not be Bold?
Not asking here for sacrifices, he emphasized
Just seeking for peace, and nobody to be criticized
For discrimination and separation is all a game
For we all humans are left to blame
Fame Power and Money is most abnormal game
I am just a Normal still understanding this mental pain
Alas at the end I feel Lost,
Loosing everything at Everything’s Cost
Not bothered weather I shout it out loud or I scream
That I am not yet afraid to Dream
Gazed into his eyes I do not know why
I did not feel weather to smile or cry
Because when someone can just limit his numbers till infinity
I still have my dreams for free
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--- Mustafah Mun
Your destiny reveals, misfortune for thee,
I control it, only me.
For I am the master, the one with the key,
this is how its been, how it will always be.
Nothing can change this so don't even try,
just accept my evil and don't ask why.
Do you really want to know, the concept of being the master,
can your brain handle it, or shall your endeavor be disaster.
Can your conscious collect, the concept of fate,
the concept of love mixed with hate.
Can you handle the confusion, will your brain collapse,
I am a drug kid, a dream relapse.
Can you handle my dreams, of death in a vision,
splitting your reality, with such precision.
I am the master, Dream Master that is,
I control yours, along with his.
Think he can help, go ahead and confide,
he will get his when he closes his eyes.
Ill haunt both your dreams, and torment your soul,
your mind will whimper as my evil grows.
Memories will burn, when I come to haunt,
such pain you will scream as I continue to taunt.
Your weak with a tear, and bleed with guilt,
within your heart my evil I have built.
Eating your soul, from visions of the past,
my demons from your hell, play the cast.
Mocking your salvation, by things that are true,
your hearts pain, is my wish granted by you.
Dream only deeper, embrace my abyss,
dance in my arms, inhale my evil kiss.
Silently you scream, and whimper within,
I cover you with depression from years of sin.
Feel the pain, seduce the grief,
just some of my tools that bear no relief.
Prayers of remorse, that you try to stutter,
my hell is reality-there is no other.
Deeper and deeper, my dreams take you inside,
your eternally damned with nowhere to hide.
You try to escape but time slows you down,
where ever you go, i will be around.
Behind you laughing, in wait for you to sleep,
your soul is mine cause your pathetically weak.
I am the master, Dream Master that is,
I control yours...I control his.
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Some dreams have no answers some dreams make no sense
Some dreams last forever perched upon a Razor-wire fence
Some dreams make us empty, other dreams make us whole
I once rode the breath of a dream right straight into my soul
Sometimes I search for answers to questions I have never thought
I used to think every dream had a price and it could be bought
I learned that dreams, which can be bought, are not dreams at all
Just another way for some fool to bang his head against the wall
I pray all throughout the day, in the circle I burn my sage
Isn’t everyday of our lives another beautifully written page
This is the way I have come to believe, it is everything that I see
Sometimes what is, is not what was, but it is as it should be
Life is made for living and we must all choose our path
The good, bad, happy or sad, it is up to us to do the math
So what does this poem mean have I not written it so clear
Dreams, schemes and old routines can drown our soul in tears
So if we are unhappy about the lives that we have come to live
Lets rely on a dream with Jesus Christ teaching us how to give
When we are willing to give all we have, the Lord will
make sure we will always have something to give. Be
strong in who you are and what you believe because in
the end you will pay the price of your actions. Let your
Soul be where you seek your answers for Christ lives
with-in each of us. Our mistakes prove we are human
our salvation proves we are redeemed and our love is
what proves we are saved. I love all of you more than
i could ever say. I hope that Gerard Keogh Jr. reads
this poem for i wish to dedicate it to him. What a
wonderful gift his poem to many of us was.
I.D-deal-an-ology of Irresponsibility
Turn creation away from appreciation
And into a miracle
Turn the miracle away from care
For what possible pathetic hands as these
Could ever change anything
Turn life into a repentance for living
The demoralization of heavens acceptance
Gives anyone the easy excuse
Not to do; anything
Tis the last refuge
The last fig leaf of blindness
The very last impromptu surrender
That has nothing at all to do with this
Ideology of Irresponsibility
Places responsibility at someone else’s feet
And heaven augments the captivity
Of dreaming for something better
But; Better the dream in practice
Punishing the wicked
The social classes and poverty created
To think elitist
But deprivation instigated
The cause of so much suffering
Turn the blind eye to perfection then
And wait upon salvation
Turn teaching to the plethora of rigmarole
Do nothing about them
Say then
It is all in God’s hands
And wash clean your own
Rest the conscience in the balm of deliverance
Praise all the little tiny aspects of creation
And never know
What it means to be responsible for them
Walk away in comfort
Be comforted
By an inglorious gratitude
That strips caring to a falsehood
Of simply shrugged shoulders
Cry humanity, weep, wail and bitter turn
Shed the tears in abundance
And do nothing at all
About them
Ideology of Irresponsibility
Places responsibility at someone else’s feet
And heaven augments the captivity
Of dreaming for something better
Though; Better the dream in practice
Rather than the if, but and maybe of promises for tomorrow
and not today
Most guys have a Dream Girl,
they conjure in their mind.
They’re always much more perfect,
than a real one they might find!
But my friend Mike, was different.
He told this tale to me.
His was not a Dream Girl,
she was real as she could be!
But, Michael, wasn't quick enough,
I guess its just his fate.
He couldn’t build his Dream Girl,
he was twenty years too late!
The good Lord beat him to it,
what else is there to say!
He built one like Mike wanted,
then threw the mold away!
Mike wished that he’d been quicker.
I tell you it’s a shame!
He knew he’d met his Dream Girl,
Jenny was her name!
Her hair was black as charcoal,
her eyes were dark and bright.
Her smile it went from ear-to-ear,
everything he felt was right.
A terrific sense of humor,
with lots of charm and wit.
A bundle full of womanhood,
and looks that wouldn’t quit!
A wonderful co-worker,
on whom he could depend.
If he ever needed anything,
she was, his new best friend!
But, the fact is, she was taken,
turns out, she was engaged!
There was nothing poor ole’ Mike could do,
he felt he’d been upstaged!
So Mike was at a loss,
his Dream Girl had been taken.
He decided to keep looking,
so his quest, won’t be forsaken.
I encouraged Mike to carry on,
to keep an open mind!
Somewhere in this crazy world,
was a Dream Girl, he would find!
Well that was many years ago,
but please don’t shed no tears,
cause Mike did meet his Dream Girl,
and they’ve been married thirty years!
Between birth and death, is the lifedream most lead
when two parents soweed that loving seed
their elders cautions, they took no heed
a baby was born on umbilical lead.
A Mum to nurture, a Dad to protect
from their love was borne this project
a golden nugget, with love they did prospect.
But, so many people seem to think
after life, it's all down the sink
maybe why they live on the brink?
When you die, over, that's it
ooh, what a crock of...summit!
I've got a few things to say on it,
Walk through the door, there's so much more
make that wall take a fall
the things we all could be
lift societies veil on Reality
you are you, but also me!
Other side of this curtain, wait and see
it really is something else, all so differently.
Why is it hidden when we are alive?
when earthly bodies still survive,
we only see one side of the ride
the rest only appears, once you have died!
But it's not the end, just something else
many other life stories, yet to tell
when the soul and fresh body does gell
a new tale to yell
I'm so glad that wall, it fell.
Putting on my brand new skin
my old lives ashes in the bin
so much of life remains unseen
a lifetime of unconscious dream
the power is within you
deep down, you know it's true
there's Absolutely, nothing you can't do!!
The varied planes of existence
separated by a virtual distance
by what some deem, Realities curtains
But, Everything IS, of that i'm certain!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Written for the Life and Death....and in between contest
by Mr.John-Ovan.P.Hull
i wake in the morning with hopes and dreams,
but i thought you only dream when you sleep?
what do you feel when you sleep?
do you think about life?
do you think you are the 1 lying there so helplessly?
do you even dream at all?
or do you just wake realizing you have been awake?
do you ask yourself why?
why you always sleep in the night?
why you wake in the morning?
is it natural?
or are you supposed to do it cos you are supposed to do it?
do you think about your life as a rolling stone?
or do you think that the world is full of hopes and dreams?
do you really think there is a land full of milk and honey?
do you think all those going to school end up becoming what they dreamed of
becoming?
how would you fell when you lost 5 of your friends in a year like i did?
do you think you are next?
do you give up life cos you know that one day you will pass on?
or do you hope to live on?
is that a bible in your hands?
do you read them?
do you think about heaven?
do you believe in it?
do you think about the creator?
do you think he is real?
do you? do you? do you?
YOU KNOW THE ANSWER BUT YOU CAN'T SAY THEM.
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I awoke from a dream the other day
it wasn't a normal dream for me
and I woke up in a cold, cold sweat
because I'd had an epiphany
The foresight to which I would foresee
took my breath away, and no matter
how deep of a breath I gulped the
anxiety became urgency
This feeling that I kept, was the feeling
one gets..like a baby needing it's nursing,
still I chuckle inside while I pushed it
to the back of my mind and went on
about my day as nothing
towards the end of the week I was knocked
off of my feet with the ringing of the phone,
It was my mama to say.."I had a heart attack
that day..luckily I wasn't alone".
After this call I would sit and weep for
the many years I had given her
adolescent grief
But if I could turn back the hands of time
I would not do it just for me,
I would do it for my mom and dad so
that I remember them smiling and
not for making them sad
I now replay my thirty six years in life
to figure out how it all flew by,
and as I follow the deaths through
our generation tree, yep, the next
is my parents..and then will be me
It's not easy to give up a dream.
In fact, I can't do it.
The burning hunger never dies
Even as the times and locations change
Into horrifying masks,
Irrecognizable from your short-sighted expectations.
The stupefying trick of life being: You propose a gift to yourself.
In return you get the blending colors of your painted dreams;
The self-alterating unconscious,
The man behind the wheel who has no notion
Of a wheel in front of him.
He's too busy dreaming of the moment
He drives the car into the open green day
To realize there's never
Been a lack of motion,
A lack of a wheel,
A lack of an open road.
You dream in black and white
As you live in profound color.
A magnet to passion
Entangled as you are
By a lurid and wondrous grief.
The grief of infinite options
As you turn the wheel once again:
Here plows you through your garden of troubles
Smile and rejoice and love man's holy rubble.
You dream your own magic.
So stay true, keep bold,
And declare your own flag.
And, yes, it may burn through the night.
But the night is cold, and dark, and good.
For a dream. How many have died? How many survive to reach it? Mind full of crucial
decisions. For it, we choose it, and make it religion. For a dream
American pie sliced in a billion directions. Doing dirt or working a regular. Got to get it or
settle for less. NEVER. For a dream.
Knowledge, sports entertainment, political, religion, and business engagement. Selling your
soul to get your worth out of this game we call life. For a dream.
Money, sex and power. Money can devour every thought you envision. Sex is now profitable
gain but what is the true price paid. Power over all, power over none, power is fleeting and
disappears like the setting of the sun. For a dream.
Nowadays got to make it do what it do. Stand up or see life from the rear view. It's always
20/20. For a dream.
Dream chasing, forgetting all family and friends. Dream chasing, forgetting all you were
taught to begin with. Dream chasing, end with a blaze of glory, step up and rewrite history's
stories. For a dream.
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