Dream With Me

8/7/2019 Dream With Me

1/15

Dream with me

Soft in a cloud of feathers

to cushion my weary head,

troubles melt quickly into the darkness,

a smile dances over my lips,

eyes close, happy for you come to me in my dreams.

Here I touch you, hold you close,

in my thoughts I have you engraved,

imprinted upon on my heart,

my sanity, when you are gone.

I wait, wonder how long will it be?

How long, my love, until you are with me?I see the dark sky,

laden with precious sparkles,

I smile again, and I picture you,

watching these same stars too

Your name leaves my lips

the window opens wide,

my kiss blows with the breeze.

When you catch it will you smile?

Sadness sinks his arms around me,

I long to be with you,

to touch with desire,

already in our heartCome to me, the wind whispers,

come with me, my love,

and dream our sweet dreams,

until reality comes.

dream


2/15

Apocalypse

Within, without the cosmos wide am I;

In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.

A birthless deathless Spirit that moves and is still

Ever abides within to hear my call.

I who create on earth my joys and doles

To fulfil my matchless quest in all my play,

I veil my face of truth with golden hues

And see the serpent night and python day.

A Consciousness Bliss I feel in each breath;

I am the self amorous child of the Sun.

At will I break and build my symbol sheath

And freely enjoy the world's unshadowed fun.

consciousness


3/15

Without you I am...

As I awaken to find darkness.

As I walk into life's blistering storm.

I realize how I miss your tendering touch.

I awaken to my own reality.

A life without your smile.

A life without your beauty.

That life is a hollow one.

An emptiness that eats away at your soul.

For as you move beyond reach.

As you fade from my memory.

I become a hollow meaningless shell.

I become a forgotten idea.

Without you, the wind howls its sad song.

Without you the sun never rises above darkness.

Without you, light ceases to exist.

Love has faded to extinction without you, my love.

Sadness


4/15

Thinking

Thinking. Can't stop thinking.

Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day.

That dream was mine.

A utopian dream.

Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree.

Pointy, like a star, you shone.

So bright, yet not shining as a star would,

But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.

You would not show off like a star.

Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively -

you were a star in my eyes.

But like all stars, you died.

That gas was gone.

No pull between us.

The atmosphere was dry

and I began to choke.

I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor,

drunken mother - I did not know what was happening.

Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat.

Wondering.

The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning.


5/15

Myself

I have to live with myself and so

I want to be fit for myself to know,

I want to be able as days go by,

To look at myself straight in the eye.

I don't want to stand with the setting sun

And hate myself for the things I've done.

I don't want to hide on a closet shelf

A lot of secrets about myself,

And fool myself as I come and go

Into thinking that nobody else will know

What kind of man I really am;

I don't want to dress myself in sham.

I want to go with my head erect,

I want to deserve all men's respect

And in this struggle for fame and pelf

I want to be able to like myself.

I don't want to look at myself and know

That I am a bluster and empty show.

I cannot hide myself from me;

I can see what others can never see;

I know what others can never know,

I cannot fool myself, and so

Whatever happens, I want to be

Self-respecting and conscience free.


6/15

As I Grow

As I grow please...Understand that I am growing up and changing very f ast. it must be difficult to keep pace, but please try.

As I grow please...Listen to me and give me brief, clear answers to my questions. Then I will keep s haring my thoughts and feelings.

As I grow please...Reward me for telling the truth, Then I am not frightened into lying.

As I grow please...Tell me when you make mistakes and what you learned from them. then i can accept that i am O.K, even when i

blunder,

As I grow please..Pay attention to me and spend time with me. Then I can believe that I am important and worthwhile.

As I grow please... Do the things that you want me to do. Then I have a g ood, positive role model.

As I grow please...Trust and respect me. Even though I am smaller than you, I have feelings and needs, just like you.

As I grow please... Compliment and appreciate me. then I will feel good and I will want to continue to please you.

As I grow please...Help me explore my unique interest, talents, and potential in order for me to be happy, i need to be me and not you or

someone you want me to be.

As I grow please...Be an Individual and create your own happiness. Then you can teach me the same and I c an live a happy, successful and

fulfilling life.


7/15

Not BeingAfraid ofWho IAm

Showing one's potential is not a crimeShowing a sense of leadership is absolutely fine

Letting people know of your capabilities

Will definitely earn the trust and respect from your colleagues.

Working in a corporate world brings challenges

Which I consider tools to track my progress

It's not always easy I have to admit

But no matter how difficult it would be I have to face it.

In this corporate world that I am in

I learned a lot of things on how to fit in

But I am not willing to compromise

If my principle is something that I have to demise.

I was brought up to always stand up for my rights

That is something that I will not let out of my sight

This is a seed which my mother planted in me

And this will always be a part of me.

Here are four things that I want to share

Tips that will guide you because I careThings that I learned which I think are critical

Things that I also consider practical.

Don't be afraid of who you are, embrace it

Don't be afraid to step up, learn it

Don't be afraid to speak up, articulate it

Don't be afraid to break up, understand it.


8/15

It Couldn't Be Done

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,

But he with a chuckle replied

That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one

Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.

So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin

On his face. If he worried he hid it.

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;At least no one ever has done it";

But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,

And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,

Without any doubting or quiddit,

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,

There are thousands to prophesy failure;

There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,

The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,

Just take off your coat and go to it;

Just start to sing as you tackle the thing

That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.


9/15

All for the Best

Things mostly happen for the best.

However hard it seems to-day,When some fond plan has gone astray

Or, what you've wished for most is lost

An' you sit countin' up the cost

With eyes half-blind by tears o'grief

While doubt is chokin' out belief,

You'll find when all is understood

That what seemed bad was really good.

Life can't be counted in a day.

The present rain that will not stop

Next autumn means a bumper crop.

We wonder why some things must be-

Care's purpose we can seldom see-

An' yet long afterwards we turn

To view the past, an' then we learn

That what once filled our minds with doubt

Was good for us as it worked out.

I've never know an hour of care

But that I've later come to see

That it has brought some joy to me.

Even the sorrows I have borne,

Leavin' me lonely an' forlorn

An' hurt an' bruised an' sick at heart,

An' though I could not understand

Why I should bow to Death's command,

That it was really better so.

Things mostly happen for the best.

So narrow is our vision here

That we are blinded by a tear

An' stunned by every hurt an' blow

Which comes to-day to strike us low.

An' yet some day we turn an' find

That what seemed cruel once was kind.

Most things, I hold, are wisely planned

If we could only understand.


10/15

Memory

Age gnaws at lifeWithout respite

Incessantly; insidiously;

Unnerving in its nonrhythmicity:Irregular pendulums

Not on clocksDump cold milestones:

Another wrinkle; another grey hair;

Another memory

I stoked the fire.A cackling ember broke ranks,

Deluded by escape.

I killed itAs I do a memory.

Its the pain you seeThe memory bears the pain:

It hurts my gut, my heart,My eyes

I up the volumeLet the hi-fi sing

A solemn Herbert HowellsDrowns the memory, see.

I turn to stoke the fire again,

Staying the blankness.


11/15

Learning

After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,And you learn that love doesnt mean leaning

And company doesnt mean security.And you begin to learn that kisses arent contracts

And presents arent promises -And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes openAnd with the grace of an adult, not the

Grief of a childAnd you learn to build your own roads todayBecause tomorrows ground is too uncertain

For your plansAfter a while you learn that even sunshine

Burns if you get too muchSo you plant your own garden and decorate

Your own soul instead of waiting forSomeone to bring you flowers,

And you learn that you really can endure,That you really are special,

And that you really do have a worth,So live to learn and know yourself,In doing so you will learn to live.


12/15

Sensation

In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,

And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.

I will let the wind bathe my bare head.

I will not speak, I will have no thoughts:But infinite love will mount in my soul;

And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy,Through the country side-joyous as if I were with a woman.


13/15

Strolling down memory lane

Strolling down memory laneWhere the colors begin to fade.

Strolling down memory laneIs where I want you to come along.

Strolling down memory laneis a test of time and mind.

Strolling down memory laneI wont be afraid.


Is not lacking in color.Strolling down memory lane

Is not a big bummer.


Not a storm in sightStrolling down memory lane

is joy without bite.

A memory that I have created in my mind,

Stands the test of time.Memories are like dream, a reflection of the past.

My memories can kiss my

Ask me no questions I will tell you no lies.

memory


14/15

Distinctive Repetition

line by line,

word by word,

every scentance

a meaningless blur.

if a story unfolds,

who will stoop to

care for the wounded?

who stand on tiptoe

to kiss the lovers?

who'll cry for the weepers,drive for the drinkers,

whos gonna die tonight,

in the tale of distinctive repetion?

so self aware,

yet so naive.

we float and dissolve,

grow and evolve,

aware of a change,

yet unable to feel.

Forgetting


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