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Edited by
Sojourning_Soul
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Wed 01/30/13 07:36 AM
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Lost Dreams
Lost the dreams of youth, simplicity of self To oceans of time and changing seasons The carefree days of play and frolic Now but memories, old wives tales The joys of play, turned to existence Visible on the many landscapes altered by war Where monuments rise, and kingdoms perish Buried under sands of time The pride of man will fade to memories Lost to greed, and lust for power, decay Once tree lined paths now paved and lifeless Like the souls of the many who travel thereon The poet born to sing of beauty, cries Will challenge fate, to share a dream To parchment the soul of hope is written Longings, prayers, put forth to inspire But the race of man will falter, breathless Plagued by poisoned air and stream Dying slowly in animated life Failing to seek his dreams |
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Nice.
![]() I'm trying to reconfigure "lost dreams" into something other than a nightmare. New dreams have to have some value too, no? All those parched lands... aren't void of life. We must work with what we have... and give thanks. I've lost plenty... still, I choose to focus on what might be. Put a shoulder to the task and struggle on. I hate it this way... but I love it this way too. Lose a dream... dream up another dream. |
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Nice. ![]() I'm trying to reconfigure "lost dreams" into something other than a nightmare. New dreams have to have some value too, no? All those parched lands... aren't void of life. We must work with what we have... and give thanks. I've lost plenty... still, I choose to focus on what might be. Put a shoulder to the task and struggle on. I hate it this way... but I love it this way too. Lose a dream... dream up another dream. War destroys many dreams, leadership destroys many nations. The poet is a dreamer, seeking answer to or from a reality, shared in vision by word or song... a messenger, to those who will listen. |
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Well, said...
I kinda' follow Budo. Those of us caught in-between. Fighting to find those who would listen... without causing damage. Quite the conundrum. The poet's life inspires me... mainly because I stink at writing. I "do", or try to do, what I can't put into words. Thank you for sharing your writings. |
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Poetry for me is a search for clarity, understanding, meaning.
As I search for words of expression the mountains of possibilities present themselves. To limit your thought to rhyme or reason is to limit the possibilities of your understanding. Understanding comes from within producing action. Actions produce results. Good or bad we learn, creating a better understanding. Creativity is the mother of invention. That mother at times offers us tough love. If words come from the heart they are never fruitless as someone will always benefit from them.... even if it is only yourself. I am honored by comment, humbled by praise, educated thru input, and inspired by all. Thank you |
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Edited by
AthenaRose2
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Wed 01/30/13 10:33 AM
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Good one, Soul... I like how you describe a life's journey from the innocence of childhood, to the realities of life and strife, and the
inner desire to reach out and share the experience, good or bad, all the way to the disillusionment over time... that can prevent the seeker from following his dreams.. ![]() |
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