Forgive me - do forgive if I leave
I am, you see, only a dream
So lay with me, Dreamer
And dream of me
-forever
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Dream On
Dreams are what lives are made of. Whether they are accomplished is not what matters. What matters is that they are believed in and that they are a part of you that you hunger for. Without that hunger, the life force that pushes you will not sustain itself. It will sicken. So, dream sleepers, awaken.
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You're leafishly, houndishly
Drifting
Running, spinning
Expeditiously
You're fiendishly, spectacularly
Believing
Hoping, dreaming
Faithfully
You're not slipshod, slapdash
Half ass
Casual, lackluster
Serendipity
So dream on, dreamer
Awake you sleepers!
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Spirits
Though things may not be as they seem
I blind myself from this dream
I capture my life in a bottle and hide it
I drink from its spirit
so this day may be something of merit
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007
“Spirits”
I blind myself from this dream
I capture it in a bottle and hide it
I often drink from its spirit
so these days ahead may be something of merit
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