Day in a Dream

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One day a dream seemed to come in a fury of time and woe ending only as I wake to find a cast less shadow at the foot of my bed not moving in a silence brought by death. Until the smallest breath caused a stir so grand it looked and spoke and all moments became one for is an old long since forgotten by us and our lonely endeavors. Oh, the days have passed into the shadow of the end with the tremor of power being sought by those only wanting to bring this world into a state of chaos tossing us all into a being of rising no one could understand. Apparelled in heavenly light coated and riding out the sun, of the time when revelation like a beacon of clarity in a sea of anarchy attempting to entice all those lead into a path closing the possibility of ascension. Through self-sacrifice many ages still to come from the grandeur from those who came before and a noble path graveled towards a point long since disregarded by most resembling a dream. When one man wondered how it all began, so he asked the trees and could not remember the rocks, and they say the can recall, so he asked the see, and it said it’s not know. So he walked down a path where he found a skull, and he carried it until he went to sleep and laid it beside him. Moving like an android made in some factory no feelings left to me in the moment of heresy. (more…)

Light

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Apparelled in heavenly light, of the sun like a beacon of sanity in a sea of chaos attempting to entice all those generations still to come from glories and a noble path paved towards a point long since disregarded by most resembling a dream.
The glory and the freshness of a dream, we already acknowledged in the youth of times passed by yet though life shifts us into doing stuff we regret extinction can truly destroy a purpose but the villain and hero we claimed as background drawing us into the adjoining state of life.
It is not now as it hath been of yore; when poets and heroes walked our plan not fearful or false like a lie trust before in living, things that make it worth it even of for a moment we see darkness surrounding us light can shine in the late nights of thine mind. The need for this is like car window tinting since you never know when glazing eyes will peer into your life. (more…)

Now

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Now, while the birds thus hum a joyful song, sung in trees green and filled with life in a season when stone and brick has started to grow and cover all these places where life once ran graded untamed and unending. And while the young yearlings bound to a way expected to make us be further than what we want becoming in a wilderness of lies passing with the trial and struggle of a dying dream that life became long ago requiring us what we dream for what we desire only in our dire hour.
As to the tabor’s sound, thundering through the land like a reverberation of something lost remote ago to people who lived with meaning strolled in glade and meadows peeping only for a time before ascending above to the originator.
To me solely there came a thought of grief: for these lost on these streets on this highway of broken dreams when Lall point doesn’t matter, but I still trudge forward into a future where I stand a top of an ivory spire above this world hidden in darkness.
A timely announcement gave that feeling relief, from pressure caused in a fury of time producing more powerful notions of what we already knew that time family and democracy make our lives more beautiful than intelligence could create. (more…)

Meadow Grove Stream

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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, would fill this world we lived and the days flowed in a more elegant state of peace before lifetimes of hatred and killing brought by the darkness passed abyss.
The earth, and every common sight inspired us to becomes more than just a name in a history of time like an ocean of actions not understood unless at the moment breaming over a shore of dreams lost to us in a false gain.To me did seem all days turned into a path of nothingness in a coming age of loss and sadness bringing hatred fueled power turning one who would be a saint or hero into a false king carrying a name of madness funny how no one sees this happen until its too late.
Apparelled in celestial light, of the sun like a beacon of reason in a sea of chaos trying to tempt all those generations yet to come from glories and a righteous path paved towards a place long since forgotten by most like a dream.
The glory and the freshness of a dream, we once knew in the youth of times gone by even though life pushes us into doing things we regret nothing can truly destroy a dream but the villain and hero we claimed as time drawing us into the next state of life.
It is not now as it hath been of yore; when poets and heroes walked our plan not fearful or false like a lie trust before in living, things that make it worth it even of for a moment we see darkness surrounding us light can shine in the late nights of thine mind.
Turn wheresoe’er I may, forget the moments of sorrow and neglect cast upon me by my own and others dark thoughts foul actions shattering all purpose and belief in powers that seem to have failed in a most dire moment of need.
By night or day, I have strolled these roads seeing the fading sun and the glooming moon above while the stars glitter and dance reminding that life can be for a just instant. But can burn so wonderous it shines across the void though the diamond worlds and empires of glass through blooming nebulas and dying worlds never will it be as it once was. The things which I have seen I now can see no more.