Dreams

 

Stream of consciousness

abyssal, into the void it goes

much like the brilliances of near waking hours

pulled into wakefulness, the dreamer forgets his dream

 

so much is the common life

serial dreams at once forgotten

when reality calls from beyond hope

and then it is lost to us

 

poets, serious and practicing

carry their pad and paper, so that their dreams may not pass

artists, cameras at their waists

to record the omniscient glimmer of lost dreams

 

we, the writers, call on these dreams

from their evanescence form is discovered and life is given

this much is like the unwed mother

whose children succumb to abortion when hope is lost

 

the choice of adoption remains for us

if only we could take it upon ourselves to take blame for other's wrongs

simply put, we all are but one being

their dreams are ours, waiting for loving embrace

 

these dreams continue into the daybreak

never fleeing from the sun

our job, as the creators of life

is to give homes to the dreams long forgotten

 

Ethereal conjurings pass unnoticed before us

it should be our goal as people

to reach out and grasp the passing smiles

of citizens in the halls

 

once in our lives, we may need this will of other's

record, photograph, jot this happiness

of the dream once remembered

else it may pass us again, clouded by a frown

 

those among us, who see only the despair and heartache

could be surely be saved if they were to shift their gaze

to glints of joyous dreams on passing strangers

as well as their own

 

passing them off all too lightly

we take little account of tireless patches of brilliance in our own lives

we say to ourselves later “I hurt as no one has,

and I never have before.”

 

truly, instead of a saddening point, this is inspiring

it speaks volumes of our dream's ability to wash aside grief

in others it is passed aside quickly as our dream speeds us through life

and in ourselves, it causes amnesia to all past hurts, large or miniscule

 

do we admire the recorded dreams of others

or would their bliss detach us from our brooding

we cling to this pain

it has long been apart of our lives

 

packrats, we find ourselves unable

to release even the more tormenting portions of life

though they once were and will never be again

they are as lost as our first kiss, even if only a second ago

 

“such is life,” we say

consigning our existence to torture

a strong voice, clear and loud, is all that is needed

to cure the world of all of it's ills

 

cancer, in this light, becomes less of a hindrance

no longer will it be a death sentence

but a sentence to life, to which it will be an end

will not our neighbor's life end as well, even without our singular pain

 

such a life is one that could be lived even more fully than their neighbor's

if only proper perspective is taken in regards to it

it is our grasp of happiness itself, in simple occurrences

that deems the weight of life

 

if you can see dreams

see a leaf the way one would see it for the first time

or decrepit faces of the elderly

with the wonder of newborn eyes

 

repetition dulls the world's natural beauty

may every sight you see be weighed as the first

may all of your conquest's be weighed on their own merits

instead of compared to the best of your childhood

 

such things are gone, lost to time

memories cannot be relived

in fact, our recollection is often inaccurate

so why not live without judgmental distortions of what should be great

 

such is humanity

and this is the true watermark of civilization

renaissance lost, return to us

for I wait among your fleeting dreams

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

It is so refreshing to see another writer that writes about such things in life and seeing the world from a different point of view. Like seeing the beauty in the ugliness that life and the world to often contains. I write a lot of pieces about the topics you hit on here and it actually made me smile to see someone else that has the same drive a passion about what it is all around us life. The god the bad and the ugly we all have to live here so do something to change the things you see wrong with the world.


Well said!!!!!!

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

what a great piece of writing... i love it ... like the others have said it is refreshing...
fantastic

[Drea]

So many wonderful phrases here and images! Cameras recording the glimmer of lost dreams; yes it seems the world at large likes to focus on the world wrapped in gray doesn't it? Then when it gets to be too much it tries to sell the hallow candy coated day glow riot of a circus at us. The true beauty of the rich tones of an autumn harvest missed; the depth of the spirit of the forest and the sea..of those who have lived full lives with stories to tell if one would but listen.

[The Archangel Gabriel]

""such is life," we say
consigning our existence to torture
a strong voice, clear and loud, is all that is needed
to cure the world of all of it's ills"

I tend to think that a variety of voices in semi-unison is what the world really needs.

"such is humanity
and this is the true watermark of civilization
renaissance lost, return to us
for I wait among your fleeting dreams"

Well said. Was the Renaissance the only good part of the history books, and why is it often just a footnote to all the wars (semi-jokingly)?

Great write! May your message carry to the 4 corners of the planet and beyond!

-Gabe

[Emily B]

I am at once inspired and refreshed. I find myself wonderfully lost in your words. All my thanks for sharing them here.

[Chiquita]

Phenomenal write! It is going into my favorites. I reserve 100% for just this kind of write. It packs a punch. There is an awkward moment in it where it seems to drift from it's purpose. I forget where at this moment. Thgis is a must read over and over. There is a depth here that I have only glanced at.

It is so full of truth and hope. I think I will return to it and comment more after having absorbed more.