We All Have Dreams

BROAD
AS A BEACH
ROOMY
AS A MIND
CENTRIFUGALLY
LOVING
ONLY TO FIND
THAT PURE HOPE
CAN DIE
WITHOUT ACTION
TO FOLLOW
THE DREAM
CANNOT FLY
WHEN THE DREAM
IS HOLLOW
HOLD UP
TO THE FLAME
OL’ FORTUNATE TIME
BURN ALL
BUT THE NOW
AND CONTINUE TO CLIMB
FOR THE JOURNEY
IS WHERE
YOU REACH
THE DREAM
IT IS NOT
WHAT YOU THINK
IT IS NOT
WHAT IT SEEMS
LIVE TO CAPACITY
YES
DOWN TO THE TOP
HOLD OPEN
YOUR HEART
AND DON’T
EVER STOP
YOU GOTTA
LET LOVE FLOW IN
AND GIVE IT ALL BACK
YES THIS IS THE DREAM
TOO MANY OF US LACK
BROAD
ROOMY, YES!
ALL INCLUSIVE
YET THE DREAM
SEEMS TO BE
FOREVER ELUSIVE
DO YOU HAVE A DREAM?
YES, LOVE IT
CHASE IT
YES, I HAVE A DREAM
AND KNOW
THAT I’LL MAKE IT———–>

LOVE

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

Once Was White

My mind is charred
Marshmallow in flame
Black it melts
Never the same

Once was white pure
Fluffy and soft
Embers of thoughts
Now linger aloft

Plenty of fuel
So much it won’t end
These thoughts, yes they burn
Scorch sizzle and singe

No chocolate to chase
No sticky or gooey
But crunchy black burnt
Flaky not chewy

Stuck on a hanger
To hang and to hang
Poked through the middle
Emotional pangs

Sitting on end
Releasing with smoke
Suffocates my sanity
Smothers and chokes

The fire it smolders
No, it will not die
And my mind the marshmallow
Continues to fry

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky