Dream Philosophy Poems

There must be always
Room for wild and free humor
Laughing at ourselves...

We do cry enough
Trying to better ourselves
In this journeying

Living together
This magnificent planet
Manifesting dreams

Beyond what we...

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Sonnet I

In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains
Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root,
A clovered congregation on the plains,
Their stoic forms a...

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No more will I make life freeze;
I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees.
Life is short; it is precious;
Life can't stand with things...

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(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There)

The student stands where shifting sands of thought,
Once firm with reason, now elusive truths are sought.
Its splendor wanes, a...

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...Even those who see ‘the future,’
will see it in past terms,
since the past is the reference from
which all mankind must learn.
That grand, utopian future
of which...

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The profound feeling-
giddy with the triumph of its reach,
that everything and nothing is wrong. 

I dream I'm waking
in my American bed 
from another time. But...

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i heard he was a lamb disguised as beast but
some say it's the other way around
he awakened in the east from a night's rest before
heading...

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Bright jewel enshrined odyssey sparkles,
as haunted pneuma’s blinding sun quest,
sculpts sweet blissful dream escape plot,
from deep well nagging torrents,
wounded sigh raw throat rush,
magma spewing ire,
ashen...

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In borrowed plumes, a masquerade we stage,
Thoughts echo doctrines, passions preordained.
From broken families, where fractured spirits weep,
Mothers of sorrow, 
With eyes that never sleep.

We inherit...

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When feeling empty
I often write -- 

strange, how, somehow
emptying more seems
start a fill --

from the outside 
re-connecting the within -- 
where I draw from 
reserve...

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Before my paint dries,
I want to see the art;
The art of my life, 
The art of my heart,
The art of me
And the unfinished art being...

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Announcement to all Outer party members:

Thomas Woodward is dead. He is an unperson. You are to incinerate anything in your possession that might be contaminated...

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If the world would be like me
there will be no wars
Peace will be the first decree
overtly endorsed 
Love will be the law for good
Common understanding
Will...

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With hair ablaze, a jester unconfined,
I scoffed at the mundane, its life declined.
My wardrobe, a riot, a rhapsody bold,
Mismatched socks my standard, stories untold.

In classrooms...

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Weaving Work I

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