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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
Each broken…

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I Dreamed a Dream

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

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Maria Michaela Poetry

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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hughiegibson author

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

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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. 

Samuel Newton

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Humans have had a very intense relationship with color psycology their dreams since the beginning of time . It’s a love-hate relationship that psycology magazine sometimes dreams were regarded as messages from God ( or gods ) and is sometimes thought to be sent temptations of the devil . The ancient civilizations of the world psycology magazine record their dreams and interpret in different ways. Archaeologists have found clay tablets dating back color psycology to 4000 BC with dreams files in them.

The ancient Greeks believed that psycology magazine dreams were omens sent by the gods and omens were taken so seriously psychologie test that the oracles and temples have been built in all Greek cities psycology magazine. In the words of the priests often used hallucinogenic plant to induce visions and dreams of one day, but at night also considered symbolic and meaningful dreams psychologie test. Sanctuaries, also common…

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Aimless Soul

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Charles Benayon


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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