The Dreamer of No Dream Posted on September 2, 2013 by acupofsongwriting Reply For the dreamers in the world Who have no dream Who own the tug boat With it, no steam – For the wonderers Hoping for all the good This world can bring But to afraid to sing – Living life out on the edge For nothing more Than a simple pleasure Their life to give – I ponder these wondering souls They wonder the streets Never quite up Never quite down – The careless attitude they possess No thought for the formal No trial for scrutiny No firm contra success – I am grinning as I write About this loving souls They have no lingering care As their bodies grow old – I hope that I posses such traits Striving for life and its blessings With no crudeness for advantage Happiness truly is the ultimate bandage – I am lifted by simple smiles The thought of easy hearts brings me back The dreamer of no dream Is quite more sophisticated than it seams – So here is to the wanders I hope you find what you seek Your heart is happy And your adversaries’ weak – Here is to you Keep the dream alive and well So one day Your story you can tell AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
5 am grabs me Posted on March 8, 2013 by acupofsongwriting Reply Very informal late night ramble. Drove from 8:30 am until 5 am and this is basically where my mind was at. It is crazy how you almost start to hallucinate and you definitely need some time to recover. So here is to late night, cheers! – 5 a.m. grabs me not asleep yet soon maybe probably not the skies lift a heavy fog from evening shoulders passing lines and green street signs – late night driving all around better prop up these eyelids so they had not fall down – the next day is no better wake up late in somewhat of a lucid state but 5 a.m will take some time to recover my mind works slow slower on those days it stumbles through with a velvet glaze – my eyes bloodshot all around last night was late and there is still a ringing sound – i muster up the courage to write let the words fall and thoughts take flight i feel alright as my muscles warm to poetry I return with no care for content or form – that is where I stop as vision blurring mind distort better put the pen down on days like today it is best to keep it short Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...