Tag: #dreaming
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The Wonder…
The Wonder In dreaming, I have sailed the seven seas Seen shadows hiding on the dark side of the moon I was there when Solomon said, cut the child in half. It felt wonderful to see the real mother Offer her child to the other. I watched in wonder as Moses turned the sea red…
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Cold… #Poetry
Cold Frost white morning I slip my head beneath my duvet No way are my feet moving From this warm cover Today I stay hidden from the world To dream of things to come A future made of stardust With bright green jewels A land where you leave a wish Knowing it will come…
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Fly Free… #Poetry
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Fly Free I fly as far as I can My crooked legs no longer hold me down My secret place sets me free Where my wheelchair has a sticker Marked no entry I breathe a different kind of air here That says don’t walk on the grass But you do anyway It feels…
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Dreaming… #Poetry
I am dreaming of a world I cannot seeWhere love never diesWhere your eyes never fade with ageWhere we walk with the heart of a childImagination ever in bloomWhere dark clouds have no way of formingThe sun shines at an even 72 degreesRain only falls at nightWhere laughter is a soft breeze against your skinBut…
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The Tower… #Poetry
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Somehow, I found myself inside the Tower of London There I was, prancing around, wearing the Queen’s crown So splendid, magnificent, it felt like wearing new clothes I could hear the ravens in their cages They knew I was here. I wondered if the noise Would alert the guards on their…
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The Road Ahead…
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This life holds the key to your next Everything you think, say, do Draws the new blueprint Thing is, there is no way of knowing What you are drawing Are you dragging the past? Like old baggage? If so, let it go Think differently, in order To find that yellow brick…
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Mind Meld… #Poetry
In my hand I hold a key Three golden gates stand before me Past present and future The key does not open the first two The third opened easy My future rushes past me Like a drowning man I grab for a life raft I am wrapped around a fallen log The…
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Returning Life…
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Returning Life What would you do if you found a message In the talcum powder, you spilt by the bathroom sink I live alone, and unless I am walking in my sleep I cannot explain how the words, ‘help me’ written in the powder I should have cleaned before I went to…