The Dream World
I get so sick and tired of all the violence. All the wars. All the death. Human life has no value any more; or so it would seem. What is wrong with us, as a species? Can we turn back and become civilised again, or have we let things get too out of control? It’s hard to say. Personally, I would like to think that mankind still has hope, but it’s up to all of us to make an effort. I am very guilty at not making an effort; how about you? When things get too much for me to cope with, I run away to my favourite place. It’s called "The Dream World," and it’s one of my own making. I can be anything, or anyone I want to be while I am there. I can be beautiful. I can be smart. I can love, and be loved by who I want. And - There is no violence!!! Another way of saying it, would be to admit that I bury my head in the sand and wait for things to get better. I am a coward. But, until there is some improvement, I’m afraid that "The Dream World" is where I will retreat to. You are welcome to join me, if you feel the same way about the turn the world, and mankind has taken. e-mail me if you agree with what I have said in this poem - or even if you don’t agree. I guess, for a peaceful world, we have to find a way to compromise, and get along; even with the things that we don’t agree on.
The Dream
World.
By Amanda Jay Clark.
So what, if a
place called The Dream World,
Is the place I have chosen to be?
It’s warm, it’s safe, and it’s friendly,
And beats the hell out reality.
The Real World runs of greed.
People taking, with nothing to give.
Not giving a damn for each other.
No regrets for the way that they live.
In The Dream
World, there is no suffering.
No fear, no heartache, no pain.
We’re courteous, and kind to each other.
To give, is to gain.
The Dream World has plenty for everyone.
Nobody is living in need.
There’s enough water, food, and medicine.
It’s a wonderful Dream World indeed.
In The Dream
World, there are no prisons,
Cos there’s no one who needs to serve time.
There’s no muggings, no rapes, and no murders,
Because no one’s invented crime.
No one dies of a drugs overdose.
Life is its own natural high.
No one drinks just to drown their sorrow,
There are no sorrows to make them cry.
In The Dream
World, there’s no disloyalty,
No betrayal, and no telling lies.
No one covers up deep, dark secrets,
Cos no one needs alibis.
It’s an open world of honesty,
Where couples are truly in love.
And we live by the ten commandments,
Sent down from the good Lord above.
In The Real
World, there are too many battles.
More guns than there are beating hearts,
Before the dead bodies have been cleared away,
Another soul-destroying, bloody war starts.
In The Dream World, there are no drive-by shootings,
Causing horror that chills to the marrow.
The only weapon allowed, is a bow,
Aimed at the heart to fire Cupid’s arrow.
I know all
about Cupid’s arrow.
I took a direct hit, and felt passion, and heat.
Sadly, his second shot missed its target.
Now, I love on a one way street.
I fell completely head over heals in love,
But he didn’t feel it too.
He couldn’t give a damn if I live, or die,
That’s The Real Worlds love for you!
In The Dream
World, he loves me madly.
Long hard kisses as he cuddles me tight.
In The Real World, he walks with a red-head,
And makes love to her night, after night.
Okay, so she’s stunning, and wonderful.
Gives him more pleasure than any man needs.
In The Dream World, that’s not how it happens.
It’s my love that always succeeds.
He can never
keep his hands off of me.
His eyes never leave my face.
It’s me who gets him all hot, and sweaty.
I make his heart and pulse pump, and race.
As we reach a crescendo, the danger rises.
We set alight every single hormone.
Then the alarm clock rings, I leave The Dream World,
And I wake up, as usual, alone.
I look in The Real Worlds mirror,
First thing when I get out of bed.
Then I realise, and understand why,
He fell in love with her, instead.
But, it’s not all a total tragedy.
I may look a frightful sight,
But no matter where he goes in the daytime,
He’ll be with me in The Dream World tonight.
In The Dream
World, my face is beautiful,
With angelic, baby-blue eyes.
I’m a slim as a Super-model,
Instead of giant, economy size.
My breasts are firm, and delicious.
My body drives good men insane.
Then, I look through my photograph album,
And see an abominably, ugly plain Jane.
In The Dream
World, my legs are strong,
Without scars like a track for a train.
I can walk without aid, and in comfort,
Instead of collapsing from the strain.
I can jump up and down or, run through clover.
I can parachute free through the air.
I can swing, and dance with the best of them,
Instead of being stuck in this damn chair.
In The Dream
World, the weather’s fantastic.
Warm sunshine from a bright blue sky.
Gentle breezes that kiss and caress my skin,
As they move with a comforting sigh.
Then, I wake up to deep, freezing blizzards,
Acid rain, and thick blinding fog.
Strong winds become pounding tornadoes,
Followed by heavy, lung-destroying smog.
In The Dream
World, children are friendly.
Laugh and scream as they play, having fun.
Then, on the news you hear of another young kid,
Who’s gone on a killing spree with a gun.
They use language that turns the air blue.
Don’t respect people not of their age.
These kids are the future of our planet,
So we must stop this immoral outrage.
The world is doomed in The Real World.
Big changes need to be made.
Improvements right across the board,
Cos I’m tired of being afraid.
Even dreams are turning to nightmares
In The Real World, asleep and awake.
People competing, instead of uniting.
Let’s change that, for heavens sake.
I know,
I’m a guilty as everyone else,
Turning my back on the problems in hand.
And though my conscience is pricking and troubling me,
I’m not strong enough to take a stand.
You can call me a gutless wonder,
But until all the wrongs are put right,
I’ll leave The Real World behind me,
And meet you in The Dream World tonight.
The Dream World, is protected by copyright, and remains the property of the author, Amanda Jay Clark.
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