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Dreams Forever Awake
by Odin Roark
A father dreams of getting it right finally
succumbs to sweat drenched nightmares
Somewhere
he stumbles about
to clear the room
guitar
video games
posters
Broad stairs to the garage
once of stable hardwood
now rickety rotted support
creaking of memories crushed
once plush carpet soft with warmth
now but cold cinders beneath his feet
Sensory deprivation smiles
releases starving glimpses of love
once bathed by generous moonlight
spilling from window
to banister
to door
to now barren concrete
Here
children's eyes once visualized
what freedom's wheels would be like
The father wanders outside
stares blankly on the gray-white night
reflecting off algae encrusted pool
now with but deflated basketball
adrift
Through surrounding weeds and shrubs
GI Joe action figures shimmer their loneliness as well
staring like him at the pool's granite carved beachhead
imagination's vast ocean of backyard fantasy
now quiet
make-believe war
since reduced to the calm of real battles lost
jungle rot's toxic fumes
saturating all
No prisoners taken
History
The scuffling of his slippers
rake the humid night's heaviness
like sandpaper dragging across
memory's fine threaded tapestry
Lying down among the overgrowth
he peers through broken limbs
crumbling leaves
moon
water
house
Eyes squeezed shut deliver regret's creative gallery
a lifetime installation
perhaps never meant to be walked through
Yet...
Such are musings
sometimes destined
to be but nightmares
while dreams remain forever
awake in the heart
Since childhood my vivid and alluring aspirations
painted my rainbows with different colors,
not the ones I was after and truly adored...
who has ever heard of a teenager being bored?
Anytime I saw a train leave the station with its smooth rhythm,
I wanted to be that conductor who could never fall asleep,
and at every stop he would look carefully before closing the doors...
then, laid-back, watch the changing landscape and whistle his tunes!
If imagination had not been there to tackle my reflective tendencies
that were, indeed, rooted in all aspects of the present wilderness,
I wouldn't have cultivated this passion and turn it into a realistic dream...
which allowed inspiration to enter the subconsciousness of this thinker's realm!
The fast-paced postman delivering mail to mailboxes seldom locked, thrilled me;
he looked so sharp and handsome greeting folks, and it would have been an honor
to chat with them, listening to their suggestions and helping them thoroughly...
I visualized myself as such, and even practiced it daily in front of large mirror!
If tons of ideas hadn't fed the urge to jot down details with ebullient imagery,
unless I wasn't aware of their poignant meaning and powerful message,
I wouldn't have let fantasy create an extraordinary dreamer out of someone so ordinary...
to adorn dullness with my cheerfulness and change winter to spring!
There is that which we call the power of imagination.
There is also the power of prayer and faith to receive.
I have duly noted that I had a friend that seemed
to have most epitomized the power of imagination.
He imagined and visualized something that he felt
could and would happen in his lifetime. He pursued
the power of prayer and believed with faith to receive.
I knew that it was possible but did not think that it
was probable.
Murrey imagined that the US Supreme Court would overthrow
the constitutionality of Roe VS Wade. To our utter delight, that
is exactly what happened in his lifetime. I can only imagine
the sheer joy and peace he experienced in his final days on
this earth. How awesome.
My dear friend passed away a few days ago at the age
of 87. I last saw him in December of '21. I moved away
in February of '22 and lost touch with him thereafter.
A mutual friend called me yesterday, informing me of
his passing.
For many years he had great imagination of what could
happen in the Pro-life movement. To the very end of his
life, he was a dear and dedicated friend to the unborn and
a champion of the pro-life movement. He founded two pro-
life organizations and was personally able to save and rescue
hundreds of babies who would have otherwise been aborted.
111222PS
From the Mayflower, they fought the high seas of the Atlantic.
They were not dressed in uniform, but they were gallant warriors.
From the North Eastern shores of the Atlantic to the Gulf of Mexico,
"No taxation without representation"; "Give me liberty or give me death".
Such was the heart cry of a people harassed and abused by an unjust king.
They could have submitted and lived; they chose to die for the right to be free. As one military officer said, "They gave up their tomorrows that we may have today". A new nation was born with the price of blood; thousands died as they 'visualized all of us'.
From the hills, valleys, and grassy fields in a brutal civil war, they also fought against each other. Even in their self-destructive spirit, they believed that 'this nation shall not perish from the earth'.
It is for those, from The Mayflower to Gettysburg that we solemnly pause, honor and memorialize. It is for those who fought and gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedoms and our tomorrows. With deep respect, on this Memorial Day, we also honor those who died in World Wars 1 and 2, Korea,
Vietnam, the wars, battles, and conflicts of the Middle East. And to their families, Thank you.
053021PSCtest, All Yours (June 1), Brian Strand
What you wish for
It was Friday we were going out for a meal in the evening
I had visualized a fat pork chop with furrows of fat in the meat
whatever you say fat food taste better than chicken.
Since it was evening my wife thought an omelet would be
right for me and the waitress agreed – she is a friend-
But a few glasses of red wine were ok.
After eating the omelette, drinking the wine, I wondered if
they were patronizing me, so I had whisky with coke.
I tell you I was not drunk, but I felt an irresistible need to
tell a story, standing up and let my voice boom to drown
the audience with my erudition; it was not on,
we come home to catch the nine o`clock news.
Walking On Beach
Horizon seem to touch the distant ocean
Vastness surpassed my limited vision.
Sky and Sea were with me in unison,
as I walked on sandy- rocky beach.
Waves, rolling, roaring, rising high
amusing silent witness azure sky.
Sky-blue? Ocean-green? Which thread to apply,
for veil of Mother Nature to stitch?
Petrichor of wet sand particles I smelt
crawling crabs, corals and clams I met,
moistened windy breeze over sea I felt,
pleasant pretty charms to make me rich.
Overwhelming beauty of sea, I visualized,
on depth of emotion I was mesmerized,
too small was my existence, I just realized,
appealing to any one or each.
Vastness, wideness, endlessness enchanted me,
my quark-type tiny spot was hard to see,
so ridiculous my identity,
Eternal Divinity to reach?
06/21/16
In spite of a deep mental sorrow,
her desire for soothing music ~ once moving
a need to resolve, find closure, for her morrow
ending ~ child morning her mothers passing
Mesmerized by her gaze, thinking
a moment in time, when time passed
renewing insights, Moms words, thoughts
visualized ~ rearranged Notes, when pleased,
Resuming, struggling for some long lost tune
suddenly made her cheeks blush,
with smooth rhythm, her song now fine-tune
bow drawn, sounds elusive ~ she wouldn't rush
Blossoming rose ~ her keen ear
gentle, her face filled a pinkish red,
sounds of music ~ finally filled thee air
perhaps heightened her beauty instead
She magically played Oh so soothing,
to one's ear, while slowly, then faster, faster
coming back, so confident, she wept trying
bowing her sweet violin absorbed her
Alive, alert, alight with the Almighty’s aura
Beautiful, brilliant, breathtaking thoughts bring
Creative, colorful, calming creations to capture
Dreams, dancing, daintily around the dawn delights
Echoing, enchanting, encouraging easy enthusiasm
Feelings, friendly and free, filled with fancy facts
God’s great and glorious gifts to us, who are graced
Heaven’s happy harbor to heal and harmonize in
Inspirations, insights, inclusion in imaginings so
Joyful, jovial, joined with just and justified jots
Keepers, keynotes, kittens worthy of true kindness
Lasting, laughing, loving lights brought to life
Musical, merry, miracles marching to mercy’s
Nature, naked, naïve names for new nations
Open, obsessed, overwhelmed with obedience
Perfect, peaceful, praiseful words to prayers
Quiet, quaint, quality ideas for quickening
Rainy, resilient, relaxing reflections on rapture
Soft, soothing, silence capturing soulful spirits
Talents, trust, time taken to teach God’s truths
Understanding, urgency, useful thinking united
Valuable, vigilant, vibrant dreams visualized
Warm, welcoming, wisdoms whispering wants
Xenias, xanthins, xanthones for marine xebecs
Youthful, yearly, yarns telling of sweet yesterdays
Zestful, zany zones filled with divine feelings of zeal
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December 5, 2021
All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications
She stood there, by the roadside;
eyes of obsidian,
framed in wispy lashes.
I was certain that she’d run
onto the crowded interstate.
The closer that I got, the more intense,
my neck muscles, grew.
In my mind, I visualized her,
leaping back into the woods.
I prepared to pull over,
but no one else was doing that for a deer,
I felt; at any rate,
I would not be dining on road kill tonight
and I hoped that, no one else would.
Go back into the woods, baby;
over and over I thought
and visualized her graceful rebound.
I drew closer, prepared to pull of onto the gravel;
I would not let her beauty be spoiled.
Tension turning neck and shoulders steeled,
I chanted my mantra…”go back…go back, baby”,..
Her soft, brown head turned, to look at me;
an instant glance,
confirmed that she’d received my message;
as she bounded back to the safety of her wood.
The focused mind, can work small miracles;
More than one life, was spared, that day.