We can’t dream it right but we can make it right.
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Quiet Peace
I rise in the morning
The sun still asleep
The moon has gone
From the sky
The cars are not growling
The sidewalks are clear
Even the birds still slumber
No cars horn are beeping
No shouting or calling
The rings of the phones
Are still silent
No planes overhead
No dogs underfoot
I can hear the beat of my heart
The breeze moves my hair
And kisses my cheek
And all is right with the world.
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We can’t dream it right but we can make it right.
A Change of Address
They say that it’s time
For a change of address
I think I am worried
It’s time to confess
Some days they were good
Some days they were bad
What can I say
It’s all that I had
I’ll pray to God
To be heaven sent
But there’s always a chance
To hell I’ll be bent!
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Today is the tomorrow that we dreamed of yesterday.
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How do we make sense of an insane world? We dream.
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I still dream of places with no electricity.
Ripples on the Water
Ripples on the water
Can take us on journey
That is different every time
From a gentle waltz
Crossing a lake
To a sailboat
Making waves
The water caresses
And moves along
Its destination unclear
We fight for control
Bend it to our will
And perhaps
For a moment
It acquiesces
Only for a moment
The water can be angry
Crashing ashore
Sinking our boats
We thought we
Were in control
The hubris
We are not
It moves us
It entertains us
It gives us life
And it takes that life away
Ripples on the water
Gentle and safe
For now
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I dreamt about underwear . . .
Say what? Now if I were wealthy I would be considered eccentric, but no I’m just odd. It is, however, the kind of odd that amuses me so I will continue with my . . . . oddities.
Articles of clothing are not my usual topic for dreamland but I’m presently in the market for a few new necessities of comfort. Now that is a topic I am most familiar with: comfort. You ladies understand and gentlemen . . . think of women’s intimates not just as pretty packages for really cool prizes but as a metaphor for a good society. Now aren’t you glad you continued to read?
You thought I was going to go smutty and I segued into a societal discourse on the human condition. Welcome to my twisted mind. As I see it a woman’s intimates provide a foundation on which to build a carapace within which one interacts with society.
What we show to each other is not necessarily who we are. Each article of clothing is combined to elicit a mood, a look, a means to complete a necessary task. A night out at the pub – perhaps a thong. A doctor’s appointment – full brief. Court case – flaming red hipsters. It’s all about how it makes us feel.
As a society we hide our feelings and allow only what is acceptable to show on a daily basis. Love, hate, anger, envy . . . the list is exhaustive. In order for society to function properly, people need to conform to expected doctrine. But that doesn’t mean an individual has to completely suppress their personal individuality, but rather adapt to meet the circumstances of the moment.
I know this seems complicated and unnecessary but it all comes down to foundation. If a house is built with the proper foundation it can last for 100 years. If a society has a proper foundation on which to build, it will remain stable instead of fracturing at the first sign of trouble. Countries with a strong foundation can weather horrible troubles and still maintain its identity.
Perhaps now you understand why sleeping isn’t always a restful activity for me. But my dreams are never dull!