I HAVE A DREAM A REAL DREAM OF FANTASY A DREAM OF TRAGEDY A DREAM THAT I HOPE FOR TO
HELP OUR WEARIED NATION A NATION THAT SINKS DEEP BELOW THE REACH OF NATIONHOOD THE PEOPLE
ARE CRYING AND BEGGING FOR A CHANGE WHEN WILL THAT CHANGE COME I SEEK TO KNOW IT NEEDS TO
COME FOR MANY HAVE TRIED AND LO HAVE FAILED ACHIEVING A DREAM THAT HAS NEVER BEEN MADE
I dream not of a lovers touch,
but of a wandering star.
That which hangs within the night,
asking that I reach far.
I dream not of fairy tales,
that never make any sense.
But of a better reality,
on my side of the fence.
I dream not of unheard of wealth,
to hide and squirrel away.
I just dream that come the night,
I'll wake up the next day.
For the contest: Whatever, Next
Placement: 2nd
There are three of you, and I wonder now
For which do I fight, for which is my row (ra-ow)
For the past, where I lived so happy so free
I craved only moment, I gave all present me
I let it all bleed out moment at that time
I belayed all future, gave in to temp'ry mime
For present which really is my past
That soft dream I cradle fast
That friend I hold dearly rapt
Might not be my future, so precious wrapt
In my present see I future, perfect
Beautiful dream now here, flawless, democrat, elect
You here now are all for which I wish
Yet I cannot collapse, savor perfect dish
I dream of past, which was not sweet, sanguine
I live in present, easy, sublime
I hold out arms for future, believed, aligned
M which now passed, Mila gone into forever
R here in present, promising new life's lever
A for years fake future, sweet promise, alone never-never
You all call to me and I swivel my gaze
I know not which now I adhere to, my palais*
*palais - pronounced pa-laze, french, palace
To be admired is the dream catcher
Whose net, the limits of his mind
Who can regard what is and what may be
Without a glance behind
One, whose star may be touched
By the believing reach of his hand
Who can fathom why the grains of time
Are as the endless flow of sand
One who seeks to catch a dream
In the strings of a violin in play
Who can close his eyes and feel the light
And care not, whether night or day
One who realizes that dreams aspired
Are enhanced through mind and soul
And earthly effort is part of a dream
To catch both the dream and the goal
The Dream Repeats
Since I was a small child, the dream repeats,
Working, running, always trying to get
somewhere, do something, see someone.
The situation always different and yet
the theme always the same..FRUSTRATION!
And why, I asked my friendly therapist,
Am I always in such a frantic state?
Why can't I dream of birds or handsome men?
His reply carefully crafted and noncommittal...
Low self esteem, trying to find some..
or,
Trying to assuage some feelings of guilt...
or,
Some unresolved issue with my mother..
or,
......to much spicy food before bed...
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Barbara Gorelick
The Dream of Self
I am in a dream of its own making
as plaintive notes fall about me
resonating to an unknown ether.
A vapor engulfs me
and I’m in the womb of Time.
Light flashes all about me
only to break in pieces;
beneath my weak purchase
the spent particles of distance.
I lurch forward toward an opening,
but only see space that gently touches.
I probe to feel its texture,
as distant sound echoes from within ,
“touch me, touch me, touch me…”.
I am its child and I pray a grateful
prayer to this dream that creates me,
this endless thought that fills itself
and pours outward in unseen color;
a dream softly speaking to itself.
I am of this dream
and I am and I am not.
This dream bends thinly about itself,
a dream within a dream
that ebbs quietly
and disappears.
Now I sleep quietly without time
with only the eternal echo,
“I am and I am not…”.
What will you do if love abandons you?
And your heart drowns in a sea of despair
Will you see life from a different view?
Or you will think that it is just a flare
What if you sleep and never awaken?
Will you think that a dream is better than life?
Or you will like life being forsaken
And a dream is your new, eternal wife
What if you lose your emotions?
Will you weep with the weeper?
Or sail in deep, wild oceans
To discover emotions buried deeper
What if you lose your eye?
Will you still be able to weep?
Or just stare at the cloudy sky
And watch the drops of water sweep
A firestorm of fleeing grace,
A holy aria from its base,
Its mem'ry will not be erased
From you.
The shifting shards of fate and chance,
The phosphorescent great expanse,
It all together seems to dance
For you.
A dream that stood a hundred years,
That, when it died appeared in tears,
And exiled all your joys and fears
Through you.
And when the dawn shrivels, subsides,
The queen of grievance stays your bride,
Though crying, all the dreaming tides,
They flew.
Augment your misery with gloom,
Let loneliness become your tomb,
Instead of watching flowers bloom
In you.
Now if you think you can and care,
That you will swear, that you will dare,
Then dream and it will take you there,
The mew.
You shall not ever justify,
The reasons we would all deny,
That in your life you'll never fly
It's true.
But love it smiles and beckons you
To strive and smile and linger too,
To bid the shame that flows through you
Adieu.
Who knew
That life could be so...
Sky blue!
Reality is made
Dreams are made up
Dreaming could be a reality
And reality is a dream materialized
But a dream isn’t reality
And reality is no longer a dream
So be free to dream of a reality
But don’t live reality in a dream