The sky is dark, the lights are low
and I am caught in inspired trance.
A mildly harsh phosphorescent glow
emanates from the screen,
engulfing me in white illumination.
Keep this dreamworld of mine real;
I need to keep my dreamworld real.
They would have me believe
Restrictions are necessary for development.
All I see is a molding of reality
by the hands of Big Brother.
Keep this dreamworld of mine real;
I need to keep my dreamworld real.
I can talk for hours about anything
and not have to fear violent ridicule.
I can test my vocabulary skills
in a forum of contemporary peers
who can offer advice and criticism.
Keep this dreamworld of mine real;
I must keep my dreamworld real.
He who would deny me the right
to fool myself into believing in a false world
will face the unabated fires
of my unquenchable, insurmountable wrath.
He who would take away
my respite from the insanity of life
deserves no more than to live things
looking through my eyes.
It's a quiet place to reflect,
a sometimes intolerant embracing environment.
It's a world where I can live
and not fear retribution.
It is my dreamworld.
Keep this dreamworld of mine real;
I must keep my dreamworld real.
Keep this dreamworld of mine real;
I must keep my dreamworld real.
Keep this dreamworld of mine real;
I must keep my dreamworld real.
-8/1/00
The Caverns of My Heart
When things get down
Another diamond.
When things get down
Another time.
When things go crazy
Another failed raid.
When things have gone insane
-8/4/00
Connection
A frightened little girl, hunted by her friends,
A creative young man is ridiculed
A man no more than 30 is seized by curiosity.
A curious and lonely boy hides his heart from the world
like how a young New York girl feels the passion of a symphony
Connections are constantly being made.
-8/7/00
The Power of the Poet
-8/12/00
Bringer of Life's Diversity
-8/26/00
Another summer gone.
Another wind buries dreams
beneath pale mounds of sand.
Another day gone by.
Another grain falls
in the eternal scheme of time.
Another love lost.
Another year of wondering
how things went wrong.
Another gray sky.
Another moonlit morning,
sitting alone on the porch.
and the world is disguised
in dark shades of blue,
there is a place for escape
within the caverns of my heart.
Another lost needle
hiding in that colossal haystack.
Another buried treasure.
Another secret map
where X doesn't really mark the spot.
Another frozen dream.
Another quest for the lost,
for what ought to be.
Another island.
Another deserted soul,
stranded, waiting to be discovered.
and everything is hopeless;
when it seems no one sees the truth,
there is a place for justice
within the caverns of my heart.
Another world away
where differences lead to conflict.
Another argument.
Another misunderstanding
amidst the "why can't we just get along"s.
Another bonfire.
Another torched church
because the wrong person said no.
Another newborn.
They're another generation's problems
because we can't deal with them ourselves.
and the world is crashing down
from all sides,
there is a place for respite
within the caverns of my heart.
Another hurricane
to wipe the slate clean.
Another harsh word.
Another failed attempt
to set the world straight.
Another sunspot.
Another shadow
looming ominously on the horizon.
Another round.
Another fight put off
so someone else can win the war.
and everyone has lost their minds,
there is a place free of apathy,
a place free of torture and greed,
a place for responsibility and hope,
within the caverns of my heart.
A drunk old man hears a lonely violin
playing a soft melody, and he writes it down on paper,
only to be forgotten in the dust of time.
Years later, a now famous composer returns to his memories
to find a crumpled piece of paper with a solitary tune;
a great symphony is created.
hides in the attic of an unknown home.
Crampled and hideously dirty, she writes
about her experiences, about hope, about safety;
a masterful work of literature is born.
for his lack of attentiveness in school.
Failing several times, he redirects his efforts,
turning creativity into brilliance.
He tinkers with the leading mathematic and scientific problems,
developing solutions only he can understand,
and on the way, he unlocks the door to the mysteries of the universe;
the foundation for modern science is developed.
He had never left his small region of the world before,
but he knew something else muct be out there.
Embarking on an unprecedented journey,
he sees his newly revealed world through Christian eyes.
He returns from his travels years later,
to be welcomed back with open arms and attentive ears;
the need for exploration is fueled.
because he fears the ultimate sorrow: abandonment.
A new medium invites him, entices him to converse
with people scattered across the globe.
He finds a soul not unlike his own, and he calls to her.
Their lives find each other and become intertwined, mesmerized,
and a connection is made;
composed two-hundred years earlier;
like how an old man revisites a time he had forgotten
and realizes he had never lost hope;
like how a bright young student redirects his life towards science
because of a genius who lived half a century before;
like how a girl's interest in medicine
is fueled by her curiosity and exploration of the human body.
What will you do with yours?
The Poet takes his quill of steel
and scribes the words to change the world.
Enraptured with the fervor of his cause,
he paints a picture for young and old.
He melts cold hearts with fiery words
and makes the proud bow in his wake.
He writes for all to understand;
he broaches topics for debate.
Melding gold and silver into one,
he spins a thread to sway the thoughts of kings.
He is but a man whose weapons are words
used to accomplish impossible things.
Melancholy bubbles of rainbow fruit
float in the hyperspherical air around.
Infinite vastness extends on every plane
like the limitless imagination of a child.
Impossibilities become truths in the blur
while the mixing atoms produce good vibrations.
Pleasant sensations accompany vibrations
when external static is denied passage.
The seeds planted by different minds
at different times develop into emotion.
Every accent, every pitch is unique,
conveying thought and feeling.
Music, the bringer of life's diversity
creates a dreamworld like no other.
Let the images roam free in the mind
and listen to the echo of your soul in song.
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