Saturday, September 8, 2007

dream boogie


dreams...ur dreams and mine arent all good.and ye they can be so divine...they can give u the life u want or disillusion u..make u go mad or show u ur best..u can be a hero and u can be a loser..u cant choose ur dreams..they come to u..iv had a dream..it sets me free and yet it makes me sad..seeps through my very bones and wakes me up inside..i have a dream...i know not of fear..i dream on...what tomorrow may bring..the end maybe near..so its time to get ur kicks before the whole world comes tumbling down..i dream of life..i run on soft moist grass...i chase little puppies...i soak p the sun...i cool my body at the stream..i drink of its water..im free...i stand free..the wind blowing against my face..my dream catches me when i fall..nothing can stop me now...iv been there to the dark moors...they dont scare me now...they give me life..they give me courage to fight..they give me the will to feel and not be numb...my strenght lies with the enemy....if i can fight that i know not what else there is to stop me...i love...i also hate...but i hate to survive..i hate so my eins be running warm blood in them...i love so that coldness may not take over...and yet both are so strong they make me wish i was caparisoned in numbness..i wish i wudnt feel...to loe so much it hurts...to hate so much it makes life horrible..its what life does to me...its what dreams remind me of...the world will never ever be the same for each person..i look around and i find it strange how ppl can be so versatile and yet similaer...there must be sumthing wrong with me i say wen my eyes are open to the world..why else cant i feel less..everything i feel is intense...but wen i close my eyes and dream...my dreams tell me its al right...i know now..theres a place i go when im alone...do whatever i want ...do whatever i feel...and the day i fall..i shall have lied it all...i have lived it all...but i am not content yet..i hae to vent my feelings before the end comes...i have so little tme and no words...u may wonder at the crabbedness of my writings..but this is not a sonnet or an epic i write..this is my mind...so judge not...i write not for ur benefit..i write to unveil my heart and mind...i write of an insufferable world...my world..

“The time to hesitate is through.”

“The time to hesitate is through.”
Jim Morrison-Poet