Dream Mentor Poems

Those who wish for everything, discover nothing.
Those who seek the most find the least.  
Those who desire recognition learn ignorance. 

Those who pursue solidarity...

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by Max Burchett

Lots of flattery and L.A. handshakes given,
But once upon a time, actually just last year,
A seemingly casual compliment was for me heaven,
One I...

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So like a eighteenth-century painting, her almond face
this year's flowing sky and...

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The mother

I hear the echo of a mother singing lullabies
the soft breath of a dream giving birth to life
With a sigh, a leaf loosens and...

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Heavy is the brow that sits the crown of power, 
fame or shame it is a wonder that we live with 
greed to want for...

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We act according to our fears.
Afraid of failure, terrified of victory finding refuge within the tears.
We sacrifice the chances of success for the certainty of...

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of an dying autumn day.
The gentle breeze tosses
scarlet leaves before him.
…into the ember fire sky 

His thoughts drift,
a familiar voice is heard talking near.
…speaking of...

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When the earth was new.
Mans grand grime: age old
When the earth was stew.
Before eternity was logged...
To keep track of the passing seasons.
Man dwelled with the...

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Here I sit...
Behind steering wheel.
My back is numb
My head reels.
Cars pass me left and right
Ribbons of crimson taillights 
Leave traces behind my eye
Deep in my...

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In dreams I appear and take her
Down a path she dares not wander
In a town beset by plunder
I shake her blood and bone

In dreams she...

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On days like these.
I feel the need. 
When lovers roam.
Driven a part, I need these
Feel my hand the reason it bleeds
and most of all I...

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Are you really alive?
  Are your passions being fulfilled?
  Is your life full of joy?
  Are your dreams being thrilled?

  Do...

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February the month after the one before
Needs and wants have grown some more
They say you're  a poor planner; you dream small
How must you fathom...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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To Vincent... who will never know
The love I feel and cannot show
Of kaleidoscopes on linen snow

To Vincent... shaded as a fool
Whose isolation fractured rules
With genius...

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