The Dreamer's Dream

Bless you Daniel,,, cool poem,,,

Nice. Thanks for sharing this.

Thats nice Daniel, thank you.

I want to believe that we can make our dreams come true. As a dreamer that's my dream too.

Very heartfelt. Thank you for sharing it.

nice Daniel - i hope the dreamer's dreams come true ~j

Wonderful! May all your dreams come true!

I really like this poem Daniel. If we dont dream how can we live.

Myke

I enjoyed the way the sentences melded into each other - very dreamlike.

this is a powerful and soulful poetry.

reminds me of a Billy Joel song

Beautiful poetics Daniel.

Blessings ~
Your Friend,
Rene

Thank you all for your kind comments.

Since I've posted so many poems that deal with the more negative aspects of living, I thought I would post something a little more positive.

Btw this poem doubles as lyrics for a song I wrote. Again, thanks for dropping by. Cheers!

I get an ambiguous feeling from this poem, the journey of life being a surprise and/or shock from that which we imagined as youths but at the same time dealing with the road before us and finding out that there is jubilence to life after all, if we take the time to understand our paths. A path of learning if you will.

Whether I'm right or wrong, I get the feelling you are trying to convey. Sometimes I just can't find the words.
Excellent Daniel!

"No other can know the pain
That dreamer's feel."

Thank goodness for other dreamers.....

"We are the music makers,
we are the dreamers of the dream." - Willy Wonka circa 1971

Love the poem, have a great night~

Kristina

As a fellow dreamer, I loved this Daniel. This poem really hit home with me, I will read it more than once, very nice.

WADE> You couldn't have been more right about a child growing up to find that life is much harsher than they expected. Especially when you were raised in a fundamentalist Christian home as I was. My father was a Pentecostal evangelist, and we traveled as a family Gospel circus act. Ha! We (my mother, two sisters and I) would perform songs on stage to warm up the crowd for the snake oil salesman, ah, I mean my father's sermon. So you can imagine the bubble I lived in as a child!

I guess this poem and so much of my writing is about the process of shaking off this "Godspell." It's amazing how many people have gone through simalar experiences and have spoken to me and written letters to me thanking me for sharing my story in my writings through the years. I've heard it said that a child raised in such a narrowminded environment is affected in much the same way as cult members who were brainwashed. And when I got in my teens, "normal" teenage angst was compounded with religious disillusionment--the surprise or shock you mentioned. All this pushed me over the edge and I got heavily involved in drugs and drinking for a good part of my life. Other things such as being sexually and mentally abused finished me off, if you will.

Actually, I could go on and on, but we all have our stories. I got alot of the frustration out being involved in rock and roll bands and being a writer. These mediums are still cathartic for me.

I like what you said about dealing with the road before us and taking time to understand our paths. I'm glad you saw that in my words. I appreciate you, Wade.

KRISTINA> Glad you like it.

ANITA> It's the hope of any writer to "hit home" with the reader. Keep dreaming!

JUDI J.> I have to say you're right about seeing me wondering in this poem. Wondering and hoping that my youthful dreams will come true. There is a corelation with this poem and "Phantom Pain." :) trying to have hope in the midst of despair. Sometimes I feel like Dorothy clicking her shoes and chanting, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." Someone said, "You can never go home." Someone else yelled out in the crowd, "Home is where the heart is." Whew! All I know is that MYKE was right about "If we don't dream how can we live."

Daniel - Wow! There are so many things you have been through that I can thoroughly relate to, sans the religious aspect. That is moving stuff. I hope all is better now and you've made amends with yourself. I say that because we always seem to blame ourselves for the mind games perpetuated on us. That part I know about. I guess that's why I have always felt like there was some connection that we shared somehow, if not on this plane then another. I'm right with you in the catharsis aspect. Music and my poetic dabblings have helped me put the pieces back together, so to speak. It's like a form of meditation for me in that my mind is clear for the duration of my writing and in that space and time I can "re-wire" myself.
I hope all is well in your world now.
Be well Daniel!

Catharsis I see most definitely. Reading, writing, and above all music literally has saved my life countless times. Yes, I live. But I live in and for the moment, all I feel anyone really has got. Personally, I don't dream, not good for me, but applaud those that do as long as they don't miss the now.........

I know what you mean about being so involved in trying to make dreams come true that you end up missing so much of life. Memories of how we live is all we really have. I too try to savour each moment; but you also have to live with the negative mind and life altering experiences. I used to be so consumed with these memories that I didn't care if I lived or died. Drugs and/or alcohol seems like an escape, but they either leave you dead inside or they create a whole new set of bad memories. I've acheived a balance:) a Yin/Yang if you will. The being a dreamer aspect is probably a coping mechanism with most "dreamer's." I don't know, maybe I'm a wannebe dreamer.

I too am a dreamer and as such I believe that we are in control of our own destinies. I do believe that one can make their wishes come true, not by dreaming them but by being an active participant in your own life.

Nice thought provoking poem, Daniel.

RUTH> ESTHER> I appreciate your comments. You both are right about LIVING life, being active participants in your own life. I'm starting to learn this. I think I'll get there. I feel like that children's story of the little train who kept saying, " I think I can. I think I can." Ha!

Daniel, I really like this, especially the beginning two lines.

Well done and thanks.

Dreams are important. Dreams can renew the spirit with a happy snippet of the past. dreams can open new doors to what we can do or accomplish, help set a goal. All good things.

It takes that "wide-eyed wonder" a seeking spirit like a child has, to see and live life. Appreciate the moment. Ever notice how a child focuses intently on the moment---almost like it's absorbing everything through it's senses. We get so busy we forget to appreciate the nuances of life. Sometimes regret or disappointments blind us to what's there.

I do believe that for every door that closes another opens if we're looking for it. Each new day brings brings us something new.

I enjoyed your thoughts Daniel.

JOHN> SYLVIA> Thank you. I appreciate the comments.

I like what you propose here. I particularly like the image of rivers that flow from yesterday.

Thank you, Kate, and thanks for dropping by. Cheers!

that was so powerful. thank you for that. I love your poetry.

Thank you so much, Delaune! Cheers!

I love how you phrased everything. Your poem is very powerful.

Thank you, Shelbia. And thanks for dropping by. Cheers!

Very lovely. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks Jennifer. And thanks for stopping by.

Wonderful!   Thanks for posting to Fugitives from Ignorance, Conformity, and Peer Pressure.