When The Dreamer Awakes

When The Dreamer Awakes

A Poem by Marvin Lewis Jr.
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An excerpt from "The Language Of My Imagination."

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When The Dreamer Awakes

 

I pray that it may rain like fire for my eyes are dim
and my love is tired.
May the wind blow my treasure in pleasant places
upon the laps of those that believe in me so that in
my search a smile can rest upon their faces.
I have had diamonds but I’ve thrown them to the
ground,
there is a horror that replays in my mind that I’ll
never own what I’ve built with my own mouth.
Only the mistakes are remembered the good
intentions are forgotten,
a clouded mind that once took pride in God-fearing
inventions now his eyes are filled with watching
them being judged, mocked, revised, and then
disassembled,
the heart aches for the imagination is rotting even
the stench smells as perfume.
Have you ever seen a thought move?
It doesn’t walk, crawl, or fly but blossoms like a
constellation at night,
at first unknown but familiar like once a
schizophrenic beholds her own smile,
then it floats like prayers from a six y.o. straight
into the nostrils of God.
A place where fear is clothed with the pages of your
triumphant biography and loneliness sits with itself
for the first time...
Seven seconds later it dies.
As the ocean forgets weight depression loses its
mind,
it never ends but this is the end of time.
Without a memory of the past days taste better and
you can drink your smiles,
you no longer dream in hours but miles,

forget yesterday for an escape is simply a vulnerable
orison away than you can take your bow.
For you have weathered the storm and are
beginning to see the dry land,
who would’ve thought that gorgeous paintings
could be birthed from cut dry hands and the same voice that
screamed for help speak diamonds?
It is here finally... What kept him awake with tears
asking for death now defines him.

© 2008 Marvin Lewis Jr.


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I have read this over and over today-thinking it was me that
could feel sooo many emotions while taking in such a breath of
realness, and life. I truly understand what JS means, "my heart weep and smile all at the same time".
The weight of the depictions carried my gut on a roller coaster ride.
The state of my consciousness was overwhelming. I guess that was the richness that
WB alluded to, that makes this another great poem.
In this piece your pictures/vision of time/space amaze me still.
My favorite lines (your amazing thoughts)...

Without a memory of the past, days taste better and
you can drink your smiles,
you no longer dream in hours but miles,
forget yesterday for an escape is simply a vulnerable
orison away then you take your bow.

These are words to live by...
knowing that when troubled, or struggling
through life
all is restored by Prayer(trust).
...for this you need to stand and take that 'bow',
there is no way for one to write so vividly, and candidly
about life without knowing God personally.

I CAN NOT WAIT FOR THE BOOK!



Posted 12 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Very good write , i am giving a standing ovation right now. i have read alot of your work and it has always been good, i have always enjoyed them. but this one just relates to me on all of my different levels. I am impressed and blown away at the same time. it is a painting that is colored by great words, good job

Posted 10 Years Ago


We are all dieing from the moment we are born, it is the one sure thing we all have in common and move toward with all certainty, but no matter how clouded the mind becomes without dreams to allow us vision and thought we would all perish quicker from the longing that dreams many times fulfill and satisfy. I have seen many dreams come to life and I have witnessed thoughts turn to tangible substance and not only move but dance before my eyes. Dreams not only allow us to cope with the stark naked light of reality, but also they color our imaginations fueling mans creativity. We struggle to live in the real world but I find in the real world dreams do more good then let us down in the end. I am a dreamer who is always awake and dreaming with eyes wide to the possibility that the spirit like fabric from which they are woven can at any minute turn to the substance of tomorrows reality. There is sadness and great emotion here and I hope I have not missed the point of the poem which is extremely well written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


wow I didnt know guys could write that well! the guys of today anyway.
an awesome read!! simply loved it!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I can feel a surge or powerful emotions in this.
Some mixed and some beuatiful
They touch this heart of mine.

You have created a picture perfect image here.
I like to what you have said here.
This is a marvellous write that has truth as well.
Superb writin here Marvin.


Posted 12 Years Ago


this is a great read

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

My friend, I commend you on your talent and skill of expression. A pleasure to read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Marvin your talent and insight still amazes me. You have a strong voice that needs to be heard across the universe. The creativity of your words and flow are such great insperation. Love your work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

beautiful.

D

Posted 12 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

I have read this over and over today-thinking it was me that
could feel sooo many emotions while taking in such a breath of
realness, and life. I truly understand what JS means, "my heart weep and smile all at the same time".
The weight of the depictions carried my gut on a roller coaster ride.
The state of my consciousness was overwhelming. I guess that was the richness that
WB alluded to, that makes this another great poem.
In this piece your pictures/vision of time/space amaze me still.
My favorite lines (your amazing thoughts)...

Without a memory of the past, days taste better and
you can drink your smiles,
you no longer dream in hours but miles,
forget yesterday for an escape is simply a vulnerable
orison away then you take your bow.

These are words to live by...
knowing that when troubled, or struggling
through life
all is restored by Prayer(trust).
...for this you need to stand and take that 'bow',
there is no way for one to write so vividly, and candidly
about life without knowing God personally.

I CAN NOT WAIT FOR THE BOOK!



Posted 12 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Wow this is so rich I had to stop every few
lines just to think, it's beautiful and sad.
Waking from our personal dreamlands and learning
how to move around in a world where our dreams don't
apply is heart breaking, and even more so when we struggle
to insert that dream into the world so it can be tasted by people
other than ourselves. If I'm taking your poem wrong I apologize,
but it is great.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Marvin Lewis Jr.

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I'm 19 y.o. and I write lyrics, prose, poetry, and treatments. I'm currently self-publishing my first book entitled "The Language Of My Imagination" which consist of poetry and prose that touch on suc.. more..

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