gerund
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Nov 9 23:13 UTC 1994 |
I Have Drempt Too Many Dreams
I look with feelings, never with eyes.
It's an easy way to fool myself,
a quick way to depress myself.
I paint pictures in my mind,
only to tear them apart in frustration
because they are illusions
I have drempt too many dreams
that did not come true
and I have ruined a heart
and made my life blue
There are good things, and happy pumkin toys
but I am blind to them now, for they
are not visible to me.
I shall struggle, none the less,
to bring about some kind of solace.
Even when I am alone and no one comes
I shall remember the joy even
through my pain, the wonder
even in the fading hug of the
final dream.
I shall be changed
I shall be different
I will never dream a dream again.
But I shall be strong
and I shall be new
and pain shall have no place
in my heart.
Then alone it shall be, but
never lonely.
Sad forever eternally, but
loved fully.
I shall shut my eyes
and dream no dreams
forever.
gep
11-9-94
6:10pm
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brighn
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Nov 9 23:35 UTC 1994 |
Dreams are angelic
They soar above,
And float below.
And with those dreams
I see what is to be seen.
Dreams are demonic
They burn around you
And dance upon you.
And with those dreams
I am taunted by that which is.
Dream are indifferent
They ignore you
And exist alone.
And with those dreams
I care for that which doesn't.
Dreams are dependent
They are your children
And sit rapt at your feet.
And with those dreams
I control that which will not let me.
And still, I must dream.
All things must balance.
And still, I must dream.
("the Nature of Dreams" -- 11/9/94 -- 6:35 -- BaY
A gift for a friend.)
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