Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
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Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
quote by Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
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First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe, is in your imagination.
quote by Napoleon Hill
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Great Royalty
A great many countries are each budding to support a king and queen,
This is entertaining the health and wealth of the nation, the many nations;
Lasses and lads conjecture on the plans of the international scene,
Affairs are postponed, rehearsals are performed, appreciation is made,
For the whole royalty, the majestic signs, the highnesses of the continent.
It was boldly attempted to see great plans, dramatic scenes connect,
So then youth collected its duty, bringing grand catastrophes.
The great many nations seek a proud answer to the questions of life,
Retiring after much heated discussion, and so the higher beings shall speak.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Paradise Found
I am lost inside
A world of my own,
A world that I painted inside of my thoughts
Within a figment of my imagination-
I have taken myself on a journey to a place
I call paradise-
Inside this place I call paradise
I am lost,
Inside this place I call paradise,
I am alone-
Surrounded by trees and mountains,
Violet in hue – wildflowers would grow and
Grass grows high, caressing my ankles
In an almost loving way-
Inside the world of my thoughts
I step inside this paradise I have found and as I
Lose myself within a dream,
In less than a moment’s time,
My imagination has succumbed
To this magical land of my delusions-
Towards this place where I shall forever remain-
I am lost, I am alone but here in this place I call paradise,
Surrounded by trees and mountains,
Violet in hue and where wildflowers grow and
Grass grows high-
In a strange sort of way, I am not really alone-
I have my thoughts, my dreams and my fantasies and
The voices only I can hear are my constant companions-
Birds, trees and forget-me- knots are truly my friends-
In all actuality, I am no longer lost as
I was in that world outside of my dreams
Within that world into which I was born-
In that world where people have always hurt, betrayed and lied to me-
It was inside that world I was truly lost and alone-
I shall never return to that world.
I have lost myself within a dream and in truth,
I have finally found who I truly am and as I listen to the singing
Of the nightingale, the water rushing in the creek below,
A gentle breeze rustling the leaves upon the trees and
As I watch the sun ascend over the mountains,
The deer running freely and
I begin to sing a song of freedom and peace of mind-
Now I know the true meaning of loss and loneliness-
That is being trapped inside a world laden with myriads of people
Who have and shall always hurt and betray one another, as
Every moment in time rapidly advances too fast to control-
As I glance upward towards this sky of azure-blue,
I lock that phantasmal door that separates fantasy from reality-
Delighted to say that this fantasy has become my new reality and
I have found myself within the world of my dreams,
Surrounded by trees and mountains, violet in hue and
Where wildflowers grow plentifully and
When the sun descends behind the mountains and darkness overcomes
Here in my paradise- I can begin to count the stars and
Dance with the moon on the horizon- to the tune of
The singing of the nightingale-alive in my very own heaven and paradise,
Not lost but found and never again alone-
Here inside the world of my fantasies,
Where I have been reborn, within this magical land of my dreams,
Where I shall always sing a song of freedom as I joyfully wish upon a star-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Our Land Of Make Believe
Relaxing back, we dream of things
imagining they could happen some way,
a meeting taking place
in a romantic rendezvous,
falling in love with the most wonderful person of all.
Going where our imagination takes us
in our world of make believe.
Journeying away from reality,
lying on a sandy beach
where the palm trees sway,
watching the blue sparkling waters
roll lazily to the shore.
Feeling the finer things in life given to us in one go.
Some call it a pipe dream
but in reality it is our imagination set free and let go
in our world of make believe.
In reality, our lives are tied
by invisible strings that bind us.
In our imagination we are set free
from any restraints to come and go as we please,
to make ourselves that perfect world,
our heaven on earth
in our land of make believe.
28 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Malicious acts are performed by people for personal gain … Sorcerers, though, have an ulterior purpose for their acts, which has nothing to do with personal gain. The fact that they enjoy their acts does not count as gain. Rather, it is a condition of their character. The average man acts only if there is a chance for profit. Warriors say they act not for profit but for the spirit.
quote by Carlos Castaneda
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Extremely Positive
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
I've tasted afairs that went nowhere.
And embarrassments I faced.
But those days are not returning now.
I can not see that as a possibility.
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
I look for clarity to guide my steps,
After weeping tears of much regret.
I've removed all issues of a mental debt!
And now I want all that I can get...
To please and satisfy,
A happiness I once denied!
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
Right now I am pleased,
To discover the real me!
And what others believed...
Brought me misery to grieve!
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
Opportunities came,
To catch me undecided.
Overnight I found myself...
Filled with excitement and much delighted!
What I want I want.
No substitutes for me.
I settled for replacements then...
Back when I had those needs.
To do for others as they chose I did.
But now a joy inside me lives!
Knowing it was 'me' I had to forgive!
And wanting what I want allows me more to give!
Feeling a freedom I had never known or shown...
That I condone and is extremely positive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innovation is this amazing intersection between someone's imagination and the reality in which they live. The problem is, many companies don't have great imagination, but their view of reality tells them that it's impossible to do what they imagine.
quote by Ron Johnson
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Pure Imagination
Come with me and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination
We'll begin with a spin
Trav'ling in the world of my creation
What we'll see will defy
Explanation
{Refrain}
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world, there's nothing to it
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be
{Refrain}
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be
poem by Roald Dahl
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A World Of Our Own
As children when we played,
we created a world of our own.
We let our imagination take us
wherever we wanted to be.
One day we could be the super hero
rescuing the damsel in distress,
next day we could be a cowboy
riding along in the lonesome prairie.
Whatever we wanted to be
we could find it within our imagination.
A branch could be our rifle
as we played soldiers on parade
marching in front of some large crowd.
Every object that we touched
became whatever we wanted it to be
within that world of our own.
As we grew older
and reality crowed us in
some of us, retreated
and put pen to paper began to write.
Again, we let our imagination go
beginning with words;
we created a world of our own
as our visions of fantasy
danced around inside our head.
Taking us back to our childhood
and our imagination that we like to explore
in that wonderful state, we call
a world of our own.
5 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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poets can turn imagination into reality and reality into imagination
quote by Marius Alexandru (2022)
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Positive Spin Solutions
unpleasant topics
unpleasant decisions
unpleasant fallout
deal with it
give it a positive spin
isolate problems
promote solutions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Would Do Anything
Excuses,
Have been allowed...
To seduce you,
With their usage.
And I am not
Going to invite,
That kind of tragedy to start.
Not around me,
To invade my heart!
You have begun...
To feel free
To swing open and close doors instantly!
To have me from them flung.
With an enjoyment,
You think is fun!
But that will not be done.
Not here!
That person I want with me,
Can not be you!
This I can see.
You would do anything...
For anyone,
Who is willing to pay...
For your attention displayed.
And to sit on a fence...
Between my needs,
And your pretentions to please...
With a grand entrance,
To subject me to your whims...
Whenever you decide for them to begin.
Will not here win,
Glazed eyes of approval!
I am not the one to impress,
With the slickness of dress rehearsals!
And you can not deliver,
A performance felt from your gut at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~Believe~
~believe~
broken dreams
fairy tales
reality of fantasies
love isn't real
if you don't
~believe~
love is real
fantasies in reality
fairy tale dreams
come alive when you
~believe~
beauty
everlasting
love
in
ecstacy
vail (valer)
evermore
What do you believe?
poem by Laura Wilson
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Dream
Nothing comes during a sleep above a dream,
You better wake up and face reality,
You never get ahead just laying around in bed,
What you can see you really can achieve.
Dream means a sleepless fulfillment though I wonder why,
You wake up out of the darkness and let life begin,
Oh dream means a sleepless fulfillment oh I wonder when,
Wake up out of the darkness and let life begin.
Some people are living only on hopes and dreams,
But youve got to wake up to the plans and scenes,
The journey of life is only one step ahead,
But you never get there tossing and turning in bed,
Youre facing the world with no plans for tomorrow,
And now youre wondering whats waiting around the bend.
Dream means a sleepless fulfillment unless you try,
Sleepers, they hold on t dreams while the world passes by,
Dream means a sleepless fulfillment (though) unless you try,
Sleepers, they hold on to dreams while the world passes by.
Dream means a sleepless fulfillment though I wonder why,
Sleepers hold on to dreams while the world passes by, one more time,
Dreams a sleepless fulfillment though unless you try,
Sleepers hold on to dreams.....
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Void
And in the darkness
Was a void
To fill
With all the fantasies
In the world
And still have space
For the depth
Of degradation
A bottomless pit
Of our imagination
A joyless ride
To nowhere.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Evil Fantasies
We turn and face each other / my fingers pull your hair
You wince and jerk my wrist off / I bite my lip and stare
Your stance at once defiant / Im rigid to your pose
You clench your teeth in anger / my loving swells and grows
You give me evil fantasies
I wanna get inside your mind
Come on and live my fantasies
Ill show you evil you cant hide
Youre dragged into my vision / trapped, serving to my need
Maybe imagination / is where my dark side feeds
You slide your nails down in me / I raise my structure high
You pout, I snarl, you whimper / and wave compassion by
You give me evil fantasies
I wanna get inside your mind
Come on and live my fantasies
Ill show you evil you cant hide
Gonna take you, gotta get through
Gonna make you, do what I want
Youre dragged into my vision / trapped, serving to my need
Maybe imagination / is where my dark side feeds
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Pure Imagination
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
You want to change the world
Theres nothing to it
Come with me
And youll be in a world of pure imagination
Take a look and youll see into your imagination
Well begin with a spin
Traveling in a world of my creation
What youll see will defy explanation
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
You want to change the world
Theres nothing to it
Thre is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there youll be free
If you truly wish to be
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Real Fiction
There are two kinds of fiction to find…
One in the world and the other in the mind.
When unpleasant things happen for real
With which the real mind is unable to deal,
It creates a world of fiction so it can survive
In order to justify that its unreal beliefs are alive.
These unreal beliefs have a real world all alone
As they deny real facts with data of their own.
Their fiction continues as world events transpire
With interpretation to support beliefs they require.
The world of fiction will collide with the world of real
As its members seek reality, it will lose its appeal.
Unless it dispenses with its delusions of the facts,
It will disappear as it's devoured by the reality it lacks.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Melodie Likes Majesty
Melodie likes her mermaid friend Majesty
she compliments Majesty's dress to a T.
Melodie has a memory of going to
one of Zercon's fancy cities.
Majesty goes on the 'Ragdoll' stage
to do comedy and entertain.
Melodie laughs with Sarah Star
they will be up next with their acts
to dropp everyone's jaws.
Majesty it is one funniest acts
they have ever seen.
She swirls her dress and
turns into a frog thats green.
Then Sarah is next
to go on stage
her singing act too is all the rage.
Melodie is then to be seen
she is with Razel puppet quite naturally.
Lighters light up in the air
whistling everywhere
Razel yells without a care
'You know why I
have no pupils? '
Before Melodie can jump in
Razel has finished her line
and committed the sin.
People are shocked and begin to talk.
Lights go out and I bow to the shouts.
Fun times on the 'Ragdoll' vaudeville
with Majesty Razel and Melodie
who really kill.
Written on March 20,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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