The Death of a Dream

You don't know it,
but you represent for me
the final nail in the coffin
of a beautiful dream

I loved that dream

my heart of hearts
gave to me the vision

I heard a song this morning
lyrics that were sung
in the most beautiful voice,
"The ocean doesn't
refuse the river."
The ocean might not
reject, but people do
And not only reject
but attack the river
then build a dam
against its natural flow
as if its waters
were corrupted
an enemy of ideas
Drying up,
the river no longer flows
to the ocean
Its path cut off
Its waters refused

I have a secret...

Once upon a time
my soul sprang forth
in its entirety
after I no longer
rejected its flow
I saw the world
with eyes closed
through the eyes
of my Soul, forevermore

Innocent
from the ways of the world
my Soul's eyes were
like that of a child
who saw magic everywhere
and in everything

The world attacked,
much like they attack
their own children
demanding they
shape and form themselves,
as if they were clay
for their hands to sculpt,
as if the dreams
their Souls bring
to this world
to be manifested
are nothing
if they don't agree
with the vision
fed to the masses

You don't know it,
but you represent for me
the final nail in the coffin
of a beautiful dream

I loved that dream

my heart of hearts
Soul of Souls
gave to me the vision

~

The American Dream

It took me a long time
to surrender to your
dream of the world
I don't even know
who you are
I only know
you've got the world
by the gonads
unknowingly, unconsciously
living, supporting
and dying for
your dream

~

A Secret World

I wish...
I could have shown you
opened your eyes
as mine had been
to the wonders
and magic to behold
all around you
from the mundane
tiny blade of grass
with its droplet of dew
to the majesty of mountains
A secret world
seemingly hidden
from your view
But your eyes
only saw the mud
and the sand
that managed to cling
and get inside
your new shoes

~

Keeper of Secrets

A long time ago, in a dream -
I stood on the edge of a cliff
high on a mountain top
A sorcerer rose up in front of me,
long hair blowing
from the Wind he'd summoned
With a stern look to his face,
he pointed a long finger at me
and shouted, "YOU...
are the Seer of Truth!"

Startled, gasping for air,
heart pounding in my chest,
sweat pouring from my skin
I awakened, only to find myself
sitting in my warm bed
with nothing to be frightened of,
it was just a dream...

Many, many years later
I finally think to ask,
If I am a seer of truth,
why do I have
buried deep within me
so many dark secrets?
Secrets...that have not ever
seen the light of day,
never heard to be uttered
on the clean Wind,
since the day I was used
as their burial ground

I cannot carry them..
inside me anymore
Belonging to others
they were never mine to keep
Burdensome and heavy
having turned to poison
within my body
I feel driven to dig up
those old, old bones
placed and received inside me

Now my eyes
once claimed to see truth
bore into the dark recesses
of my body and mind
and with a sharp spade
one by one
the secrets of others
will come to light

...I feel them
they somehow know
sensing the the burial ground
disturbed
where they thought to hide,
bind, silence, and bury me
along with their dark deeds

~