dreams

Do Poets Dream In Verse?

 

Do we sleep in rhyme,

With words rehearsed?
In unconscious state,
Do poets dream, in verse?

 

Do we see the lines,
That always take form?
When we awake,
Are poems born?

 

Do we fear our nightmares?
Or are they only a guise?
For the stanzas we compose,
In our slumbering eyes?

 

Do we imagine scenes,
While lying prone in bed?
Ideas and stories,
That reside in our head?

 

Does ink flow through,
Our vessels like blood?
Do we write each day,
To contain the flood?

 

Do poets dream in verse?
Do our minds ever rest?
Or do we fear, that our thoughts
Will simply go, unexpressed?

Break the Rules

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2017

Call me crazy, I’ll be as insane as you let me,

I’m a hotwired leap to the edge, just not moving yet

and you can’t hold me back with any chain

 

Most of us just push the limits

Most of us just break the rules

Most of us feel just as right as wrong

 

It’s why we trip on our own feet,

why I walk on ceilings to make you mine

and look for a home in your eyes

 

We take speed limits as strides on the small end

We’re talking crazy but I don’t mind insanity

I just hope you find your keys before we unlock the world

 

Most of us just break the rules,

now I sit here with a fistful of dreams,

I hope you find me before I have to set them free.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 2/25/17

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Places (day 186)

There are places to see
there are places to be
There are places to leave me alone
There are places to feel
there are places to heal
There are places to go when you’re gone
 
There are places that don’t need a seeker of sorrow
but I still end up there anyway
There are places that won’t ever have a tomorrow
cracked roads run beneath so I’ll stay
 
There are places to breathe
there are places to speed
There are places to leave me alone
There are places to feel
there are places to heal
There are places to go when you’re gone
 
There are places to shake
there are places to break
There are places that won’t ever know
How this ending will come
where we will run from
Shaking the streets as we go
 
There are places to burn
there are places to learn
There are places to leave me alone
There are places to feel
there are places to heal
There are places to go when you’re gone
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 1/29/17

Seek

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On Not Being Seen As A Dreamer (day 177)

Sometimes I’m drowning in the straight lines behind me.

I’ve walked them and I wouldn’t change it

but if I could pull them like rubber bands,

crooked here and there

I would.

 

We sit on the edge of our seat

for her story,

the struggles

the uncertainty

the life of a dream chaser is somehow

more glory than mine.

 

I am a quiet dreamer

just because I don’t have to

sing my art in the strongest voice

doesn’t mean the dream chasers

with the uncertain, shaking steps of a tightrope walker

should be more of an idol.

 

These colors stream down my hands

but I don’t have to

splash them like a mural

on every corner,

I’d much rather know I can love them alone whenever I want

than give them to you

or hang them like a trophy from the sky.

 

These words run in my veins

just as much as all the dreamers

but you don’t have to see them

The science I wield is as much my magic

as the shattered hearts following those splintered train tracks,

and just because

mine are intact and not beautifully broken

doesn’t mean they’re less to look at.

 

Sometimes I’m drowning in the straight lines behind me,

they don’t tell a tale

that will bring you to tears

but I can still float along them with my eyes closed.

 

I can be

practical

I can build skyscrapers

out of sparks of tradition

while they run with all the glory

but I always dream a shock splash of sunrise

just like them.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 1/20/17

Tradition

Take a Look Inside

Verse 1:
Take a look inside:
What do you see?

A divergred road in two?

Or a new journey?

 

Chorus:
Take me into your arms

'Cause you're my safe haven, babe.

If I already knew

That you were mine to keep,

I wouldn't have wasted time.

 

Verse 2:
Take a look inside:
Will you choose the diverged road

Or a new journery

Of life's mysteries?

 

Bridge:
Now, things are collapsing

Onto my feet again.

Take a look inside:
What do you see?

 

Last-Chorus:
Now, the time has come for me

To put myself into your arms tonight.

Wrong or right,

I won't even try. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Song I wrote today about looking inside and asking the person you love to look inside themselves to see what they truly think about you two being in a relatoinship, etc. It's about unrequited love, basically.

Galactic Love

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My Everything

The weight of your eyes

Are upon me.

I cant help but be transparent. 

You undress me 

Without my clothes ever falling

You discover bits of me

Like Im all the stars in your galaxy

Day after day 

Our universe grows larger

I am the black hole

Bringing you in and never letting go

Taking you places

That dreams never dared

Dreamer

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Slowly slipping,
Letting the darkness consume,
My eyelids grow heavy,
And I slip away.


Into a land,
Where anything is possible,
Where love is most important,
And adventure runs the world.


A land to be forgotten,
At the fateful time,
When my eyes open again,
And reality manifests again.

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Dreams Of A Statue Boy

On a trip, to a museum I was.
There a statue, made of grey stone I saw.
Statue of a little boy.
In his hands holding a jar.
Filled with fireflies, was that jar.
And at it, he was looking.
I looked into his eyes, which were telling me something.
In his eyes were some dream.
They told me that, he wants to walk.
The boy made of grey stone.
He lives in museum, standing alone.
And loneliness, makes him cry.
And no one hear his any moan.
He wants to go out, and enjoy the open air.
And birds sitting on trees he wants to stare.
And look at roses, and in winter, girly red noses.
And a friend, to them, everything to share.
And catch fireflies himself.
And put them in the jar.
And he wishes that he had a home with a shelf.
To put that jar on.
And sleep when he's tired of standing.
But he wishes what is against the nature.
Because he is just a stone made creature. 

​Song Of The Stable Boy

On the far away empty island
In that ancient cottage
Veil of the night covers the face of the land.
 
As you keep looking out of the window
At the moon and clouds making the shape,
like an arrow of foam with a silver bow.
Surrounded by the trance of nostalgia.
And behind the worn curtain,
I secretly am filling all the jars with,
sweet wishes and pinkish desires.
Now it’s time to change the climate of your heart.
It's time for you to turn around.
And make some loud amazement's sound.
As I open the jars,
filled with fireflies.
As they fly spread inside the dark room.
And fill your face with surprise.
So you could fill lightning bugs,
into the lake of your eyes.
Smelling the petrichor after rain of sparkles,
I take your hand and we keep couple dancing.
So I could look into the world,
behind the curtain of your eyes.
 
All these dreams and fantasies are no ordinary,
but sometimes stable-boy find's his Cinderella.
Because sometimes, "Dreams do come true."