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A child dreamed a hundred times to see
A lakeshore vista in the sunset,
A tide that ebbed by night,
And a river calling out to sea.
What does a child see his life to be?
The conclusion of dreams he forgets,
The fulfillment of a dream he fights,
Or an escape from the dreams he sees?
A thousand days of wandering takes you far;
Boats, planes, trains, and cars.
A thousand days of wondering stills your heart;
Prayers, dreams, suns, and stars.
What man that has gone before now knows
The answers we seek but do not find,
The questions we cannot put to words,
Or the forgotten dreams that repose?
What man is now to reap as he goes?
To see the threads of his dreams unwind,
To find the questions he voiced were heard,
To know the passing of his woes?
A thousand days of wandering takes you far;
Boats, planes, trains, and cars.
A thousand days of wondering stills your heart;
Prayers, dreams, suns, and stars.
What can I hope my life to be?
The conclusion of dreams I forget,
The fulfillment of a dream I fight,
Or an escape from the dreams I see?
I fear more than all else to see
A lakeshore vista in the sunset,
A tide that ebbs by night,
Or a river calling out to sea.
A thousand days of wandering may take you far;
By boats, planes, trains, and cars.
A single day of wondering stills my heart;
Prayers, dreams, suns, and stars.
A lakeshore vista in the sunset,
A tide that ebbed by night,
And a river calling out to sea.
What does a child see his life to be?
The conclusion of dreams he forgets,
The fulfillment of a dream he fights,
Or an escape from the dreams he sees?
A thousand days of wandering takes you far;
Boats, planes, trains, and cars.
A thousand days of wondering stills your heart;
Prayers, dreams, suns, and stars.
What man that has gone before now knows
The answers we seek but do not find,
The questions we cannot put to words,
Or the forgotten dreams that repose?
What man is now to reap as he goes?
To see the threads of his dreams unwind,
To find the questions he voiced were heard,
To know the passing of his woes?
A thousand days of wandering takes you far;
Boats, planes, trains, and cars.
A thousand days of wondering stills your heart;
Prayers, dreams, suns, and stars.
What can I hope my life to be?
The conclusion of dreams I forget,
The fulfillment of a dream I fight,
Or an escape from the dreams I see?
I fear more than all else to see
A lakeshore vista in the sunset,
A tide that ebbs by night,
Or a river calling out to sea.
A thousand days of wandering may take you far;
By boats, planes, trains, and cars.
A single day of wondering stills my heart;
Prayers, dreams, suns, and stars.
Literature
cyclic motion
i. every sad story starts with love.
ii. there is you sprawled across the bed
with your ankles tangled in cotton covers
and the golden waves of sunlight
breaking themselves through fissured glass
to drip into your hair like bright honey,
your hands reaching upward
as if they were young birds waiting on wings.
you wept for those flightless, wet-beaked children
anchored helplessly to your wrists
but their hearts were not as weak
as the foreign fist beating in your chest. they collapsed
and only left behind
the impressions of dying constellations
they had scratched beneath your eyelids.
iii. at dusk i watched the night take you in waves, glo
Literature
You Owe Me This
I want you to bury me
When I'm gone and plans are made,
I want that shovel in your hands
Lay my body in its grave and let the earth flow
Add your sweat as well as tears to the soil that will cover me
Take your time
No need to rush
I think I deserve just that much
How does it feel to be over me now?
Come on, baby, tell me how
Literature
finding your lullaby.
this is for you.
for all of you.
for those who are but are not.
for those who believe love is just a chemical reaction.
for those who are nothing but static on the mainstream radio.
for those who will never know forever.
for those who live in the highs and lows of the roller-coaster ocean breeze.
for those who hurt themselves because they're afraid of hurting anyone else.
for those whose cries have been drowned by the summer rain.
for those who have been mistaken for God.
for those who battle a thousand soldiers of themselves just to find who they really are.
for those who are nothing
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When I began this it was a mess. A sampling of rhyming words and thoughts put to text that made very little sense. In hindsight, seeing it in such a state makes me a little nauseous. In an objective manner, I say: I have never had a mess of words and thoughts and emotions that came together as true to what I wanted when I started out.
I hope I can do it again...
Thanks for looking at my poetry, here are some other deviants you should check out:
Also by me:
Tempest of the Tempted / Bleeding Turpentine / The Encounter By The Lake
I hope I can do it again...
Thanks for looking at my poetry, here are some other deviants you should check out:
Also by me:
Tempest of the Tempted / Bleeding Turpentine / The Encounter By The Lake
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