Dreams Of Escaping

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Dreams, Escaping, Poems, thoughts, wishes

Do you dream of escaping
Running away, living anew
No future worries, suffering
Away from everything you ever knew

Do your dreams flow, like a river
Clear, and pristine blue
And on a boat, you sit and laze
Do such dreams make you shiver?

Do random photos of cabins in a wood
Make you want to go and stay?
Do beaches and shacks and unlimited food
Make you want to run away?

A hundred men and women to serve you
Your every wish and dream
And mansions made of marble hue
And happiness, such that you scream

But dawn awaits, and the picture’s grey
Awake, your eyes they will once again betray
Your longing, your desire, your wish to fly
And there ain’t nothing else to do but cry

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Last night …

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Dreams, Last night, Poem, Spot poetry

Last night I dreamt I was alive
Last night I dreamt I saw the stars shine
Last night, I could swear I felt alive
Last night, I felt it all could’ve been fine

Was it all a dream, or was it really true
I don’t know how, let me know if you do
Last night I dreamt I saw your eyes
When I started counting all the stars in the skies

Even as the floor was on fire
And Hell burnt alive with the fruits of desire
Last night, it felt like the sea
The ocean calling out to me

The beach, each grain of sand
A moment of my life, that I could understand
Last night, it all felt so so new
Cry out, that’s all I felt I could do

Last night I dreamt I was just going
Out on the sea, on a rickety boat, rowing
Last night, I smiled as I laid eyes on the city
For the last time, for the last time in eternity

Dreams of God

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Dreams, God, Universe

This world, this vapid world, grey
Melded, both night and squalid day
This Universe, God’s dream
Will one day end,in a spectacular way

And God will wake up, with a gasp
Like he was stung, by a bee or a wasp
And realise, that his creation doth say
Not good enough God, no way, no way!

And with a swipe, (left, not right)
He makes everything dark, as night
Fresh batches of universes, baking in a tray
Until he gets one that’s happy to say

Thank you God, for the mercies and love
Thank you God, for the breath that we take
We do not know why, do not know how
But Thank you, God, for not letting us break…

Pipe Dreams

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Dreams, Poetry

A pipe dream is a dream
No less than a burning hope
No matter how high the mountain
No matter how steep the slope

Aspirations, like fine mist,
Are here, and then gone
Some stay on like dewdrops,
Some just vaporise at dawn…

Kilobytes what once was,
Now Petabytes and more
Yet greed in its fine form
Deems useless, everything before

Grand palaces, and transport
And doth the finest silks compare?
To three square meals a day
As some vacant eyes do stare?