| I Can Still Dream My life will end, my sorrows redeemed, My rotting flesh that was once peaches and cream, But I can still dream. No matter how I might seem, No matter how hard I might scream, I can always dream. You can take away my being, Make me wicked, cruel and mean, But I can still dream. Being neither large nor lean, Upon me you still demean, But I can still dream. Though from my heart you ream, And through my soul you beam, I can always dream. My dreams are made of life, their source my inner beauty. They are the definition of me, the place from where I sigh. My dreams are my body, my dreams are my heart. My dreams are my personal temple and are kind and forgiving on my part. From my heart I dream, for my soul I dream, And my whole self does forever gleam, Because no matter what, I can still dream. |
| Author's Comments: This poem made it into my school newspaper in High School I suppose it does seem like it's speaking of dreams in the sense of goals that are difficult to acheive, although looking back at that time of my life, I'm not sure that was exactly what I had in mind. I'll let you make of it what you will. |
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| Walking The Road Down that paved path at a slow crawl, Every wrong step is a small withdrawal. The cobblestones will torment your feet. Every decision is a bend in the road. Every day you've only bread to eat. Every now and then you adjust your load. The scenery enchants you, The weather enhances you. In every stumble and loss you meet, You will experience no defeat. On and on forever on the road you will roll, Because the triumph is in the journey, not the goal. |
| Author's Comments: This poem also made it into my High School newspaper, and the meaning of this poem does have to do with the goals that I Can Still Dream seems to. |
| I'm Just a Figment of Your Imagination Reality is imagination in a world where common sense has no meaning. If you daydream you are considered a scientist of normality, Whereas if you study, you are a dreamer. Goals become the end of time in the realm of consistency. I speak in riddles that contain the meaning of the truth. You listen to nonsense rather than meaning For the purpose of understanding reality and normality. Just when you think you begin to understand, You are sucked down into the depression of confusion. God is the devil only in the eyes of those who practice anarchy. A savior will come from your enemies only to damn you. Walk along the path of destruction, but be realistic. What you do in your past affects the future of the rest of your life. Listen or ignore me to an endless extent. How are you to know if I am only a figment of your imagination? |
| Author's Comments: This is one of my absolute favorite poems from my past. It's still difficult to wrap my brain around it, you may have to read it a few times to get the point - that there is no point. That everything is theory, nothing is fact, as I used to say. Thi |