It's 2 a.m. and for the life of meI can’t sleep. Perhaps too many iced green Teas. It doesn’t bother me you see Not getting rest I mean, it’s the caffeine That keeps me awake and I miss dreaming Dreams that I turn into reality. Those pleasant visions become the real thing: A contrived visual modality. Awake I’m between A paradoxical dream And veracity In this state I know who I really am Because I am the creator of them. A fluid existence into this realm Where all I dream is at my command. The rules of conduct Are for myself to decide I’m the one in charge Experiment with my thoughts and beliefs with elaborated dream-scape motifs. by Albert Ahearn
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Eyes closed, listening
Breath still, gasping
Heart beating, longing
Brain racing, dreaming
every fiber of her is alive
dreams and hopes survive
she looks out her window and knows
the path before her flows
there will be bumps along the way
lovers have come and gone, some stay
but in her heart they have a place
they helped her see a smiling face
so she opens her eyes and sees
her breath fills lungs and dreams
her heart keeps beating through the pain
her brain stops racing and chooses a way
this is the power of woman
this is the heart of life
this is the way to tomorrow
to simply let go of the strife
embrace your new beginnings
respect and adore the past
hold in high expectation
all that came and did not last
For without those tears and heartbreak
how could we ever know love
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I dreamed a dream in bed last night,
Of places most bizarre.
Of ponds of liquid lemon pie,
And ducks that played guitar.
Of perfect picture puzzle paths,
And grass of jellybeans.
Of crumpet homes and candy gnomes,
Such things I’d never seen.
Of glinting, misty marble stars,
And clouds of thick eclair.
Of crayon boats and biscuit goats,
A weird and strange affair.
I flew past trees of centipedes,
And over fondant hills.
Past eight-leg cats and purple rats,
A world so full of thrills.
I dived beneath a soapy lake,
Through plastic kelp and Bream.
And swam with rainbow octopus,
Past shores of clotted cream.
And down below the treacle waves,
I spied a feathered bee.
But with a start I woke to find,
My pillows eating me!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
I closed my eyes and expected a dreamless sleep
But lo and behold! Your face I see
Your warm smile
Your calm face
The hair that’s messy…in a good way
Oh such was my delight!
For many nights I slept with no dream
Not one single dream
And suddenly here you are
Right in front of me
But alas it was short lived…for it was only a dream
If I could sleep for the entire day
And dream of only you
I’d grab the chance, I’d take it in a heartbeat
Just to hold you close once more
That curious, candid and charming smile
Always melts me to the bones
I’d dream and sleep a thousand times
Just so I can see you once more
Soft were the hands the clasped mine
I swear it could have been real!
If only dreams were meant to be
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Laid upon cracking ground
On a bedroll of filth
We keep them around
Sparaticly dusting the silt
Hoping for a Phoenix through decay
As wishes fail
And words say
To no avail
Watching the childish visions
Dance a happy dance
Whilst not these missions
End in glorious stance
Gray causes lost dreams
To bubble and resurface
Placed amoung streams
Forgetting the rat race
Feelings that once were hidden
Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy
Are now the brightest blue.
Times that once were lonely
Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone
Are now things we both treasure.
Nights that once were cold
Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real
Are now gone with the storm.
A heart that once was broken
Can now finally mend.
A person once alone in life
Can now call you a friend.
Dreams that once were longed for
Are now all coming true.
The love I once thought was gone
I have now and forever in you.
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We can be leaders of countries, become heroes, cure disease, clean the environment or eliminate violence… The possibilities are limitless. I am talking, of course, about dreams.
Dreams are the only place and time when we can be whatever we want to be. As bizarre as the notion may sound, dreams can keep us grounded in reality. We dream to be generous, giving, thankful, grateful. We dream of good family values, so that we instill them in our children. Dream of becoming the person you want to be, and how to can help those around you. We can change the world and make it what we want it to be.
If you don’t dream of higher aspirations, you may end up never finding true happiness – happiness that only YOU can define. However, the challenge lies not in finding a dream, but making your dream a reality. Where does one begin? As…
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