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Tag Archives: dreams
Stop all the clocks
Stop all the clocks! The hours must halt their slow and steady marching on; let all lay fallow in default until this fickle mood is gone. Stop all the movement of the sun and stars against a sombre sky; let … Continue reading
I closed my eyes just for a wink
I closed my eyes for just a wink, it seemed, to find two hours past; and in the space of that mere blink, the sky, dull grey and overcast had cleared into an inky blue. The tepid post-rain afternoon had … Continue reading
Intimations of Idiocy
From early childhood until now I’ve spent my life immersed in earnest pantomime of games adults will feign to play: the forging of relationships through love, business and war; the chaos that somehow surprises all when facades fail and underneath, … Continue reading
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Tagged banality, childhood, commercialism, dreams, ignorance, regrets, sleep
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Society’s Man
Society, your dream would have me beg for pittance from a cruel employer’s hand, and from my knees downward, not use my legs, preferring that I genuflect, not stand, to act as servant, bound to divine whim that your appointed … Continue reading
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Tagged childishness, damnation, dreams, expectations, individuality, manhood, maturity, religion, service
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At the Wishing Well
I wish that I could still believe the lines that feed the young and nourish childhood dreams, the reassurance everything is fine despite the raging chaos it may seem. I wish the world would confirm to my will when I … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, destinations, disillusion, dreams, goals, illusion, will, wishes
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A Different Mirror
I was raised on tales of princes, kings and dragon’s hordes; the books they filled engulfed my world with sights that to this day affect me deeply. I can hear the swords (both those of plastic from my youth, and … Continue reading
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Tagged bravery, cowardice, disillusion, dreams, fairy tales, fantasy, honor, illusions, reality
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Alone Again
Alone again or so it seems and yet my street of broken dreams goes on and on. The moon has kissed the sun goodbye and yet hello, a kiss with which to build a dream upon. Childhood wanderings in lands … Continue reading