It was taunted as reality. It was dangled as a carrot. In terms of people's hopes and dreams, to say that that is less of a reality than the daily grind they find themselves in is maybe not correct.
quote by Martin Mull
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Hopes in Hopes
Hopes in Hopes
Hopes! what is this thing i hope for? is it a fantasy or a trick played by my mind.... at night i hope for things i imagined would someday become reality,
I hope that my imagination becomes reality, I hope that i dont have to hope to get the things i want.
But hopping in high expectation takes you a step forward, Hopes! , dreams are buit on hope, every moment i hope, i cant stop hopping! , but i cant help to think that hopes makes a person archived greater things, it helps a person think high, it helps a person taking higher step in life.
i hope this will be useful to people who hopes to find thier expectations, hopes are your dreams.
M.O
poem by Martin Onyesom
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Falling
In dreams I was
Falling
But in reality I was
Leaping
In dreams I was
Crying
But in reality I was
Waiting
Is there a difference?
In dreams I was
Running
But in reality I was
Walking
In dreams I was
Dying
But in reality I was
Living,
Catching,
Helping,
But helpless,
Watching the earth die
Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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You Are Just Arriving
You are just arriving.
And I have been here!
Don't think that I am going to be a gracious host!
You may at times find me gracious...
But a host I am not.
You are here on your own.
When your eyes opened..
That's when your reality for you began.
Some things you see you may find unbelieveable!
Do not tax your mind.
Believe it!
Do not try to find understanding.
You'll get stuck in that quicksand like the others.
You are just arriving.
And I have been here!
Don't think that I am going to be a gracious host!
You may at times find me gracious...
But a host I am not.
You are here on your own.
When I first discovered reality...
I was taunted and teased.
With disgusting disrespect!
You are just arriving.
You may not notice or suspect,
The depth of their ignorance.
You will.
And that's gauranteed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grind
Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind
I can bend in sixty-eight ways
I have lived for twelve thousand days
Twenty-eight teeth inside my head
Grind three types of things and I'm sad that they're dead
Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind
song performed by by Phish
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Validation for colin j
Sometimes I think we should not try
to make our cherished dreams come true
and be content with fantasy.
We must accept reality
Some cherished dreams are doomed to fail.
Because they are not meant to be.
That does not mean we should not dream
For dreams are a necessity
Though they’re not always as they seem
Dreams can protect our sanity
provide escape from every day
repetitive reality.
Dreams can become reality
Though only if they’re meant to be.
31/05/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Y.. Reality
Reality
Is dark and gloomy
But I see so much light
Reality
Is negative and bad
But I see so much goodness
Reality
Is falsehood and deceit
But I see so much honesty
Reality
is ugly and hideous
But I see so much beauty
Reality may be changing slowly
Please try to see
Take a look together with me
poem by Aufie Zophy
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In The End
Everyday and in many ways,
Our lives lived is another test to pass.
Like a taking of a quiz.
With answers heard that are daily given,
For a patience to wait to escape from reality.
And every few years people solicit...
With expensive campaigns,
In the supporting of a leader politcally correct...
Who will correct those sorrows and pains,
To remain us all who benefits and gains.
And in the end,
We get more accustomed...
To the bending of our backs,
With complaints of who is not delivering...
That accepted touch that does not affect delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dreamer's Poet
Dreamers dream
dreaming that
all their dreams are dreams;
and is reality then multiple-shaped
or itself a dream?
If dreams are things not real or true
or don't yet exist
then what does it mean for dreamer to
act upon the dream and bring it forth
into reality?
Was the dream just reality
not yet existent;
in waiting so to speak?
Or was it live
always there
waiting to be discovered?
Seems to me
this is much like a poem;
how the poem comes to be-
unless, of course,
the poet
is a dream too,
outside reality
paradoxical conundrum
don't you see?
And more:
could it be the Dreamer's Poet
in dreaming thus
creates the Poet
and the Poetry
both of which
become Reality
Thus?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Solitude....
Solitude is good
just hide from everyone in the dark
cave,
I want to dig my nails
into my own flesh,
to see if I am still alive?
and guess,
How it feels to see someone else suffer?
Yet, you can't do a thing
a darn bloody thing
to help,
to ease their pain
and suffering
yes, solitude is good
hide away from reality
the daily grind of life
not the one you see on
a big silver screen or the screen
of a TV
reality, not the kind in a town call Mayberry
or a town like Beverly Hills
Solitude is good
and I need one, OR
I want to overdose on drugs
to put my mind to sleep and rest
send myself to a world
that I have seen in movies and
read about in books
full of colorful pages of life and happy People
loving each other in a psychedelic rave
but reality bites
it's a poisonous pill
that you swallow
to move from one stage to the other
and just have to marry misery
and live and suffer in disgrace
and to see people in awfully
miserable pain.....
yes, solitude is good.
poem by Khalid Hameed
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We be Dragon's...
Liberty comes when the mind is free,
From the daily grind of reality.
Minds shall soar to heights anew,
This is where we live both me and you.
Reality for us cannot comprehend,
Impossible is possible until the end.
Knowledge is meaningless when few can see,
Yet all could behold if they set the mind free.
For we are in the books and live in the arts,
In the buildings the pictures and other parts.
Search within your heart where burns a fire,
For we be the dragon's of your heart's desire...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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We must have great respect for these people who also suffer and who want to find their own way of correct living. On the other hand, to create a legal form of a kind of homosexual marriage, in reality, does not help these people.
quote by Pope Benedict XVI
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Above all, we must have great respect for these people who also suffer and who want to find their own way of correct living. On the other hand, to create a legal form of a kind of homosexual marriage, in reality, does not help these people.
quote by Joseph Ratzinger
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Blinkered
Am I run mad that I believe?
In things that others cannot see.
I do not wish you to relieve
me of divine insanity.
I can reject reality
it holds but small allure for me.
I much prefer my fantasy.
My dreams that others cannot see.
Although you doubt my sanity.
That does not mean you are correct
The things I see you cannot see.
You are too frightened to accept.
Your mind is closed you do not see
Remove the blinkers from your eyes
and see the fairies everywhere.
All I can do is sympathise.
You do not really want to see.
Your version of reality
is all you think that there can be.
But still you dare to pity me.
(14-Aug-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Dear World
I often forget that you think
differently from me, whereas
I respect & value all opinions
I forget that everybody has a
unique personality, sees life in
a different light
Sometimes when I express pain
or delight in hoping a reader might
get an inkling of how it felt, yet no-
one seems to feel the same way, I
feel bad - thinking I have failed
Afterwards I remember writing is
important as a way of expressing
feelings, NOT a way to impress
anyone; true expression of true
feeling should not become a
popularity contest
It is the reader's prerogative to
feel and react as they do, cool
people find such emotional
expression strange while I am
confused by their calm way of
dealing with things
But I LIKE their Saturnine self-
sufficiency and apologise for
not always respecting quiet
detachment - I very much
approve of it, just forgetting
how big the difference is
Reality is better than dreams
because reality is wider; every
dream is limited, collapsing the
infinite possibilities of reality
into small expression
I prefer escaping the self-centred
melodrama of dreams in reality
enabling us to recreate dreams
and rework visions everlastingly
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Life's Bitter Reality
She saw me
She stared at me
She smiled
Started talking
Sharing her
Thoughts with me
It became a daily routine
My happiness increased
Day by day
Future looked bright and rosy
Full of love in reality
I started imagining
Meetings will change
Into togetherness
All of a sudden
Lightening struck me
She was not to be seen
Suddenly
No information on
Where she has gone
She left me guessing
My dreams shattered
I became dejected
My dreams ended
Woke me up to show
Life’s bitter reality
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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We Sit And Dream
We sit and dream
what our perfect life could be,
unless we do something
about those dreams
they will never become reality.
We have to work on them
every single minute of the day,
for if we don’t
the dreams will disappear away.
My advice on dreams is
if you want them bad enough,
reach out and grasp them,
make them become reality.
21 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Sweet Dreams
Sweet dreams are made of many things
The different thoughts that we constantly think
The very things that that lie in our fantasies
And create a thought that's tenaciously sweet
That we savor so much while soundly asleep
Things that can only happen in dreams
My sweet dreams are made of you
The perfect moments and the perfect gloom
The perfect place and the perfect dream
But whatever could be more perfect than you?
Is only what I can conjure in my sleep
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
It's the time we find peace from every worry
It's a place where every story has a happy ending
It's a place where every person has a chance to be happy
It's a place where you and I have a happy ending
A cradle song before we sleep
And escape the grimes of reality
And the things that keep you away from me
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
Dreams are the sweetest and life is life
In my dreams you and I are happy
But in reality... life is life.
Sweet dreams are made of many things
And mine are made of you
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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A dream is just a dream
We all dream
We all dream about romance
Or murder
Sometimes even watching T.V.
But when you wake up
Reality starts to kick in
Thous wonderful dreams
That you wish were real
Get pushed away
So we all dread waking up
Coming back to reality
All wait until the time comes
To go back to sleep
To escape reality
And return to the land of dreams
Were you decide what comes next
poem by Yasmine Torres
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My Dreams....
my dreams shall mend
what reality has forgotten like some kind of cells
lining up to fill a
wound,
they say sleepless nights are destructive
and kills
but it is the time for reality to keep up
and stabilize those that dreams
cannot make
and so the two are here
dreams and realities
they love us, and we keep going
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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