Dreaming
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i dream upon the daffodilsin a dream swept rain,dreaming all the things i canand forgetting all the pain.
I remember love like it was a thing of past trying to leave me. True love felt glorified and spectacular. A rose bud blossoming beautifully as I remember all her beauty, delightful hair, courageous smile, enchanted laugh, gentle personality.
My days are the yearning kind
Desiring for what only God can provide
Looking elsewhere for what can only be found inside
Luke 17:21 set of mind
you’ll never know
that i drive away smiling
going over everything you’ve said,
your sweater is on my chest
but i wish it was your head.
Look at all the rainbows in the water
She said
As she stared
Look at all the blues held in the skyline
She said
As she dreamed
Here let all my visions fly
Let me just paint the sky
The fig leaves are drenched in golden light
Waving at the sky to bid good night
To the stars above.
Enigmatic visions fill minds
There are dreams within dream within dreams, so it seems. I learned this last night in bed. Layers of dreams upon layers of dreams, all fitting inside my head. Once, I thought I woke up, but I was back in anther one. Dreams within dreams: it's b
I dreamed of home last night
Home
The dream was dark and silent
There was no plot, setting, or characters
It was me
In the dark
holding my handi was on top of the worldthe lights all arounddefining what surrounds
the feelings that I have for youin this monthly dreamwalking down the streetnever thinking about the reality
What I’m Not
September 13, 2018 ~ Thursday
There’s music in the hills
Sounds of song on their backs, fronts, and sides
That which I’ve never heard
I fell asleep and dreamed a dream
With vivid, bright, familiar scenes
And someone new, I knew before
But I'm unsure just what this means
-
I burst awake, with pounding pulse
Mother, sister, father, great-uncle,
My best friend’s brother,
Or was it my cousin?
A house, a ship - in space or at sea?
a thought cannot be cultivated.
if, it is not planted first
in the mind - which, unsedated,
remains awake with conscious thirst.
a thought cannot grow or sprout
if, the mind does not quench it
What worlds lie behind our reflection
What variegated beings dance among our fate
What truth is there in resurection
What love lies amidst delphic hate
When I was a child I wanted to be so famous that I would be able to touch the star.
Trust me if I could meet him again I would ask what makes him dream so far?
Creation
from a stand point
exclusivity
sought-after man's point
rolled-up
late night jam joint
all into one
to create some sort
of fifth-dimensional meaning
Creation
Love, a four letter word created to trap men in a day dream.
My love for her ragged like a rapid untamed stream.
Her smile sweeter then the sweetest Neapolitan ice cream
Off in my own world either day or night, Images flow behind my open eyes. Over reality and stirs a fright. Never thought I was
The mood was right;
headache,
loud noises,
babies crying,
tight spaces.
You notice all the curves and lines you would have never saw.
I belong in the night sky
A shooting star, immune
And refusing to comply.
I dance with the moon.
The husk of the world below is no place for me,
Pain is the feeling I get when I think of you,
You’re gone and you left us behind.
I can’t help but think about what you would be doing,
What if all we are,
Is the product of a dream?
Some slumbering mind ranging far,
Projecting us from the stream,
Of thought and delight
As it passes through the night?
The night before last, when I laid down in bed
A familiar dream wandered into my head.
I was an apartment, that I knew was my own.
simply suffer in silence
as solitude seeks me out
my mind is full of violence
but against these thoughts i shout
falling deep in day dreams
i find the pain there doesn't count
your fine,
The only dreams I remember
are the ones where we're together.
laughter
soft smiles
skin on skin
loose lips
clashing teeth
twisting tongues
hand in hand
Driving for 45 minutes
Bumper to bumper
Radio's broken and so is the AC
But, that's Chicago for ya
If there's one thing I should ask you,
if there's one thing you're to keep
well-kindled into memory, it's
"Don't let me fall asleep."
He can only reach out through my dreams;
to slumber's my mistake.
Words are like water. They flow from the mouth as if it were a waterfall.
They cause rain in the form of teardrops to roll down the mountains
The Lonely Star
Fear is Strong
Although I know it to be Wrong
I keep singing it's song
But what is fear
That we might clear
The painful sphere here
Fear is nothing more than a bad dream
Closed.
There's a dream
in my head
and it's making me
Ill.
Swimming,
These aren't my thoughts.
I wouldn't
couldn't
never would do
that.
But I did.
Dreams
Where are we
Is it Rome, Pari?
Could my heart be in love yet my knees still feel weak?
Is the air filled with sweet uncomforting songs
I wanted you so bad
Still kind of do.
Sometimes I wonder why.
We're both not quite over the past.
But I'm willing to give it a try.
You, not so much.
His words lift my heart
On wings like an eagle's
So it soars.
His voice surrounds me.
"Shawnee."
That is what I am hearing.
Then I awake to find that it was only just a dream.
When down comes the sun,
Up comes the moon.
As the stars shine brightly down on the children of the world,
They go to their secret escape.
They call it dreamland.
Wispy clouds sweep across the vast ocean above
Grass whispers the heartbeat of the tide
Rolling gently out and back again
Feathered fish dart into cloud-waves
And you wish flying were so easy
Her hand danced on water
Her feet like a ballerina's
That smile reflects beauty
Her skin flawless
How could she be real?
Did she come out of my dreams?
That waterfall hair
Deep blue eyes
We, the humans, a species clothed in grey,
Powerful at birth but mundane with age,
Forgotten magic, lost in the race,
Slaves of our own hunger.
What a prison, this world is,
Maybe it was just this year I suddenly became old.
Old hit me with crying over Facebook videos in the middle of the night.
Dreaming
There in the dark
Memories visit me
As clear as if they’re happening
All over
I’m seven again
A flashback to my childhood
Say those four last words
Quiet
Allow your breath to hit her neck
And allow her to feel your arms around her
Tightly
Are you going to say them?
Go on
“It’s time for bed”
When the song plays I see my treasure, the person who I care about.
A bitter sweet song that gives me a sign that you are still waiting for me.
View the world darkly and in color
Only to live it through a lense
Every color washed in dreams
Ecery memory surrounded in color
Skins of blue veins that reach for new dreams
Eyes that seek new worlds
Shower Thoughts and Dream Knots
Shadow ships sailed across the walls and splashed into a ceiling speckled with galaxies,
yellow constellations swirling behind clenched eyelids,
you'll never understand what makes me tick. you'll try an beg and ask questions that you think are terribly clever.
There was a girl who dreamed to fly, She wanted to be great and leave her cage, They all said she couldn't and had to stay where it was safe, So one night she leaves,It's not as bright as it seemed,
The sketches in my notebook, and the raindrops on my window
This, Blissfully this
The art of nature and its beautiful galore, those laughs and those smiles I'd like to see more
This, Blissfully this
Be the change you wish to see
Set trends and allow others to lead,
young and Black in America thats two strikes against me
But, I keep moving as if my skin was light
One year of high school to go,
surviving the same status quo,
six classes a day, learning on the way,
up the ladder I hopefully go....
Medical school is my dream,
I was skipping through the fields
making friends with the wheat my height
I was holding on to Papa
with all my little might
We ate apples and dreamed
For the sake of tomorrow
If you can't read the photo it goes-
Here I sit in this rut once more,
waiting, longing.
I wish I could stop but it only goes just,
beat, beat, beat.
And the raging thump continues just
She called upon me to aid her,
to stop the crying. Her crying
is a marathon runner who can never reach the finish line.
I’m no savior, but I’m the only one
left to care.
Much like this journal, there's a Place I go 2unlike a book, it's in my mind's eye.There, jellyfish fly with butterflies
I don't really know who I'm writing toBut then, we never really know, do we?Not until we meet them.
Some people sing, some people danceSome joke, and still others act
We each do it for our own reason.
Darling, light that cigarette
Let the ashes fall
With them your dreams
Cause tomorrow when you wake up
You'll realize we never met
Standing on that boardwalk
In the dark of night
Coming in brisk shadows
Living in the dark corners of my mind
Bringing light into my world
As you take me away
Pushing the sails with your gentle hands
While thrusting the tides with your warm air
We're so young,
In a world so old.
We think we know what we want,
And what we need.
We form dreams,
And run after them.
However,
Sometimes while we're running,
Dreams are dead-getaways from reality. They are like remebering the times you loved and missed. You are ever-more longing for it never end. But still you know, it must end.
At first I didn’t want it to cease
But I awoke wondering why you were in my peace.
If it was once I’d understand but fool me twice, then I will think you had this planned.
My slumber is well when you are present
The girl who slept in class
seemed to not care
the words that were being spoken
and the lines that were being taught
but did you ever see that girl
outside of class?
What's real in the eyes of men?
Must we suffer from the seven?
The world is plagued by worry and pain,
and I wish to avoid the reality stain.
Worlds are created by the mind.
As she walksShe walks on stoneCold, hard stone sending shivers up her spine
As she jumpsShe jumps in slow motionClaiming the air as her own
Ever since I was a youngin' I always had Big Dreams
I would walk down the block and have fantasies about expensive things
I would make Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike
I had envisioned the luxury life as a tike
To be a bee would be the life for me,
For a world without bees would be lifeless.
No pollen, no flowers,
Not a plant to be showered,
A dry, airless land,
Not a soul with a breath,
according to some legend,
when one is unable to sleep at night,
it means someone is dreaming about them.
now i dont know who you are
or why youre dreaming of me
but its 3 am.
Lately I find myself dreaming of a new world,
It's a place of shadows,
A place so very beautiful,
I'd love to actually visit,
It's all a dream,
A place I can't go,
With only people like us,
sometimes
i dream
of you
tendrils creeping
wrapping
around my heart
choking out its last few beats
(( thump thump --- ))
I can't tell the difference between my dreams and reality anymore
Everyday I wake up and yet I'm never really here
I find myself living within the parallels of a world that loved me unconditionally
I'm wishing on a star
Waiting for my dreams to come true
Still all alone in my dark little room
Just waiting for my wish to be realized
Dream of a world in which the seas do not shove,And in which the tide never declines offers,And where the clouds are more reliable.Dream of where the grass can be whatever color you please,
Call me surreal, for I am a king, but not one of Royalty but of my own inner Majesty
Through my pen you see, through my art I speak, I describe the impact of death and disease
Talking is easy but I don’t speak
Some of the most wonderful things
grow from silence and solitude
Loneliness is painful but I don’t weep
I walked into a room, and you were not
standing there. There was no shape
of your red canvas shoes in the carpet.
Or the heft of you green ballon by the window.
I lowered myself into the car
reading the pages of this book
i am drowning in desires draped across my eye lids
and slowly being pulled into an active unrealistic reality
you see here in dreamland
you have the power
I need a metaphorical axe cause im boutta cut down this hypothetical money tree do you feel me...
I see nothing
Nothing but her
I just stare
And she’s beautiful
Her soft eyes stare cautiously
And her hair falls
It’s always falling
Soft skin
Pure- not a flaw
People say dream big.
Do they ever really mean it?
I dream of fame and success.
They tell me do my best.
But they never really believe in me.
Don't tell me I can make it.
Then show me no support.
Getting carried away, going over the top, losing yourself.
That state of zen when you are meditatively doing,
Unconsciously awake, disconnected from your anatomy,
*Dear Amelia Earhart,
Before you knew you’d have the chance
did you ever dream about the skies and
what it felt like to fly?
#Dear Wilbur Wright,
Before you knew it would happen,
Sail with me through the universe and we'll ride the velvet skies.
We'll jump the rings of jupiter.
Just take my hand darling and we'll fly away.
“There’s nothing wrong with dreaming,” That’s what I tell my son.A dream can make a day less dreary and keep an old soul young
The aperture of existence surged into the void of her happiness
And the smiling sun extracted the life from her pallor flesh
Daffodils danced as she traversed the ashen river of though
Daring to reach their goal they
Readily prepare their minds.
Earnestly attempting to find no hinderings
Amid all strugle and turmoil they
Merge their thoughts together to
Enter into the realm of dreming with
Our World... Rapacity!
Where Men usurp the youth.
Men who manifest greed, lust, power
Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions
Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers.
Cloned as the Men
My mind wanders to the peeling paint
To the bleeding stars in the night sky
My eyes scan the bland nothingness
My lips murmur to the silence
There's soft music in the darkness
An entire concert in my ear
The kindness in the smile of a little girl.
Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love,
sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
I am the hollow woman
My merry mechanism failed
Left with so much opposition
from other's emotions that are stale
My normal state is empty
but my capacity half the world
I took on that responsibility
Pen to paper
Fingers to keys
Words spitting from these blistered lips
Words that bare my soul
I hide myself behind smiles and laughter
So you don't see my pain, feel my terror
What would be different,
If what I chose was an
Altercation
Revelation
Procession?
Rather it’d be simple.
"Hollywood" , She said.
That's my dream.
Lights, camera, action.
A part of the scene.
A comedy, a drama, a TV show.
How will I know, if I don't go?
I'm leaving in winter.
I booked I flight.
Dreaming
Wanting
Achieving
Poetry gives me meaning
It inspires me
Poetry in music
Gets me through the day
It's the reason I am breathing
It's the reason I am going to college
On such a night
that the fog reached up and swallowed the moonlight.
I fell
into a deep sleep
and I dreamt.
I dreamt a wild dream
unconstrianed by reality or its rules.
They say dreaming happens when people enter a deep cycle in their sleep but when most people wake up they don't even remember what they dreamed.
Yet, ironically everyone remembers their worst nightmares.
They say dreaming happens when people enter a deep cycle in their sleep but when most people wake up they don't even remember what they dreamed.
Yet, ironically everyone remembers there worst nightmares.
Wish upon a star
Dreams are a wish your heart makes
Stay a child and believe in fairytales
Don't let life bring you down
Because one day
When you're about to walk away
Someone special will say no way
In your dreams of fitful sleep,
You wonder which direction to keep.
You hear a noise from down below,
a door opens wide, the wind begins to blow.
Inside they come, as they do every night -
The Morning Sun creep-ed through the curtains that covered the large window
That one, little twinkle shot me in the eye.
Blink once: blurred.
Blink twice: blind, on the account that I didn't have my glasses on.
How can I live without food?
It is like my kryptonite
It can even take my taste buds on a flight
The sweet sugary snacks put me in a good mood
When I’m in the store, it seems to jump into my cart
Moving in spiral
Faster and faster
The world spins indefinite
Heavy is the pressure
Strong are the winds
Spinning us around
Forever we move
A spiral down and up
Leading to an end
An Endless Descent,
Tumbling slowly into the deep.
Gentle waves above,
With Silver beams shining down.
Head over heels,
Sinking into the warmth.
Angel down floats by,
Coating the floor.
Hours go by so slow yet weeks string past
One minute you're at the cafe sipping tea
The next you're on a boat fixing the mast
But not everyday is an adventure out at sea
“I just wanted to be normal”
She said
As she scrapped the words into her paper
Until it bled
Deep blue ink
Onto her fingers
Leaving little blue trails through the forest of her written word
Inspiration
Thought
Process
A dream achieved
Faces a dream deferred
A dream achieved
Means success occurred
A dream achieved
Had mountains to climb
A dream achieved
