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Strange Extremes

I end up dreaming every night,
Of such mixed up funny views,
They're all in vivid colours bright,
I never know what I'll peruse.

Each dream won't have an ending,
Or beginning, so it seems,
All are bizarre in the blending,
Showing very strange extremes.

I'm glad they're only creations
Within my unconcious mind,
Swirling in weird locations,
And everything undefined.

My dream only lasts just barely
Four seconds, in its time,
But it seems to me to be fairly
Long, a bit like a pantomime.

I'm grateful they're not reality,
As they can be quite grotesque,
And scary too, in their totality,
Figments inclined to the burlesque.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Dreaming A Dream

Dreaming of a dream
A dream were skies are blue oceans are clear and life scared
Dreaming of dream
were a dream of peace and love rule and hate is a myth
Dreaming of a dream
having food for all, and all not thirst
Dreaming of a dream

Dreaming of a dream
were skin color is just that, us all just one
Dreaming a dream
no pain, war the only true crime
Dreaming a dream
were the rich give, and the poor have a chance
Dreaming a dream

Dreaming a dream
were we can look on a future of happiness'
Dreaming a dream
were the children are the future
Dream a dream
were lives are fullfilled, and getting old is not a bad thing
Dreaming a dream

World wonderess, happy, clean, perfect

Dreaming a dream

poem by Vincent Armone
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I Dream

Every night as moon come out
It’ so late, I get tired and go sleep
I dream
About my past and you
It could be good/ bad memories
I don't mind
Some are hilarious, stupid, crazy, anything else
I dream
It can be about anything I pictures
I just need use my imagination
One dream I have was that I was
Living in a world where everything was made out of
Food and drinks that is a fun world to live in
I dream
It place to relax my mind and
Relief from long day
I dream
It can be scary, romantic, cool, or
Fun or anything I want it to be
It's a fantasy world to enjoy
It can have meaning
There something in your life that bothering you or
What happen that day so you are dreaming about it
I dream

poem by Christina Phan
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Dreaming Reality

In the real world, as in dreams,
Nothing is quite as it seems.
To see what we have never seen,
To be what we have never been,
To shed the chrysalis, learn to fly,
Depart the earth, kiss the sky,
To be reborn, be someone new,
Is this a dream or is it true?

Is my life in fact a dream?
Are things not always as they seem?
Are daylight hours reality,
Or do I dream eternally?
In the dream world or the real,
We cannot know what we can't feel.
What is not a dream by day,
Comes to us at night to stay.

Dreams - vivid colors of life,
Or fleeting, obscure, murky strife?
Façade of reality brings,
To the mind, exquisite things:
Love, regret, memories, cheer,
Imagination, even fear.
The lives we live appear, it seems,
To be a dream within a dream.
A long dream of hopeless sorrow,
I'll dream my life again tomorrow.

(27 February 2005)

poem by Richard Stamper
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The Dream: (For my Father)

Over and over again I dream a dream,
I am coming home to you in the starlit gloam;
Long was the day from you and sweet 'twill seem
The day is over and I am coming home.

Then I shall find you as in days long past,
Sitting so quietly in the firelight glow;
'Love,' you will say to me, 'you are come at last.'
Your eyes be glad of me as long ago.

All I have won since then will slip my hold,
Dear love and children, the long years away;
I shall come home to you the girl of old,
Glad to come home to you -- oh, glad to stay!

Often and often I am dreaming yet
Of the firelit window when I've crossed the hill
And I coming home to you from night and wet:
Often and often I am dreaming still.

Over and over again I dream my dream.
Ah, why would it haunt me if it wasn't true?
I am travelling home to you by the last red gleam,
In the quiet evening I am finding you.

poem by Katharine Tynan
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Life will live and love will win

The sunrise above the curtains shines through the window
lighting up the darkness and chasing away the demons to
the back of your mind, let the light shine bright as it glistens
on the streets as the colours grow, showing the wonder of
what the darkness hides, just another day and another world
that shines so bright, another animal in the vast sunlight waiting
for the darkness to come, the light heats up the streets as the
colours shine out of the ground, delicate and soft with the world
below and above never ending, the myths of the future misting
the past into a bright blur that swirls in the back of your mind,
the soft colours come forward as the harsh we forgive and
forget, with a light that shines never ending swirls, as it moves
through the sky, as the light goes by, causing the life to move in
never ending circles, the light burning and swirling never touching,
glimpse of faith to the light, all until the darkness takes over once
again, and we all lie in wait for the light.

poem by HannahJane Brazier
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A Vivid Dream

They say one can control their dreams
something that I can scheme
and dream about
one night my mind took a different route
I did the impossible
the improbable
I dreamed a vivid dream
Through determination
I lucidly dreamed of my own nation
an island off the coast
that was tropical
the sun was hot enough to
melt a Popsicle in seconds
it burned the whole island up
in fire the water didn't even help
The dream was so real
I could have sworn I would die
but it was all a dream
because before i awoke
the dream said 'nice try.'

poem by Brandon Greb
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I Want To Keep Dreaming

I dream when it’s night,
I dream when it’s day,
I dream of what I once did,
I dream of what I will say.

I dream of you,
I dream of me,
I dream we are together,
Together we are free.

I dream of sailing,
Drifting on a cloud,
I dream we are floating,
And together we are proud.

We are proud of each other,
Of what we have done,
Proud of the children,
That haven’t begun.

Don’t wake me yet,
I want to keep dreaming,
Dreaming of a time,
When we were dreaming together.

poem by Cathryn Martin
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Dare to be a Dreamer

Dream reality,
Dream with dignity,
Dream for humanity,
Dream for prosperity.

Dream for a change,
Don't dream with second chances,
For dreaming isn't a duty,
Don't dream a dream full of pity.

Dream to inspire,
Be your own empire,
Be the master of your dreams,
Dream a dream you can claim.

poem by Marlene Rashidi
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Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag

Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
All the goose step girlies with their cursive faces and
We know it's all braile beneath their skirt
I'm bulletproof biz-op and swing heil and
I don't really care what gentlemen prefer
Say all you pindown girls and bonafied ballers
So manically depressed and manically dressed
We got a venus not in furs but in uniforms
If you're not dancing, then you're dead
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels saying
The toys are us and we don't even know
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels saying
The toys are us and we don't even know
GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!
You're one of us! You're one of us!
GO! GO! GO!
Throw your shapes, doppelgangers
You're one of us!
Trumpet mouth junky saints go silver tongue
Marching down the stairway to substance
Cocaingels and asses give me opiute masses
Fill up your church porn preachers and we'll fill up our glasses
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels saying
The toys are us and we don't even know
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels saying
The toys are us and we don't even know
GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!
You're one of us! You're one of us!
GO! GO! GO!
Throw your shapes, doppelgangers
You're one of us!
You're one of us!
You're one of us!
GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!
And all the thug rock kids GO!
And all the punk got angels GO!
You're one of us now
You're one of us, so GO! GO! GO!
All the thug rock kids GO!
All the punk god angels GO!
You're one of us now
You're one of us, so GO! GO! GO!
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
You're one of us!

song performed by by Marilyn Manson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Dream That I Keep Dreaming

You are the dream that I keep dreaming
A grand castle upon the sand
A white knight standing beside me 
With Tiffany upon my hand 

You are the dream that I keep dreaming
A love I've only known
With open arms you invite me
To a place you've yet to show

You are the dream that I keep dreaming
You are mine and mine alone
Im your wife you love me dearly
To me you always come home

You are the dream that I keep dreaming 
Don't wake me from my dream
Let me stay lost in my reality
Where nothing's as it seems

poem by Your Pusha
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Dream A Little Dream For Me

At night when you think through your day
Think on the things that you did say
When you think through the things that you should be
Dream this little dream for me

Dream of blue skies forever
Dream that we are a worthy endeavor
Dream this one dream so you can see
Dream this little dream for me

The world fades but I'm still here
Still living for you
I'm sitting outside beneath the sky clear
Just enjoying your view

Sleep well until morning comes
Live with the passion of a thousand suns
Tell me all the things that you should be
And dream this little dream for me

Dream of you through my eyes
Dream though it may not be much of a surprise
That while you dream enjoying the view
I'm dreaming a little dream for you.

Yes, dreaming a dream for you!

poem by Jack Harris
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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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I am a Dreamer

I am a dreamer
like everyone else
but I am not like other dreamers
I dream the possible

I know my dream can become reality
but I am not quite sure how or when
it seems impossible
yet I see others live it out

Dreaming is indescribable
I do not comprehend it
when I have a grasp on it
it embraces me

I love to dream
It is reality so close,
close enough to touch
but I stretch out my hand to touch nothing

Dream big, dream little
a dream is a dream
chase them
who knows what they will entail?

poem by Ben Bergeth
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This Game

this game of doubting
sleep
whether you are the butterfly
inside your dream
or the dream inside a
butterfly
whether it is you
dreaming about a butterfly

or the butterfly dreaming
about you

this game of the mind
flowering
wonders
fluttering sighs

we like it
we do not want this game stopped

because for the meantime
they make
this stay
memorable, dream and reality tugging
like a game

on the beach one summer
you and i, this dream and this reality

time and sleep
bosom and blossom
measure for measure

drag and lag

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seconds Tick

Seconds tick and tell the time of your own,
Their men have adequate supplies,
Theirs are theirs and their wine of grapes exploding.
Many times the justice balances the nation
After a reality strikes into the blamed brain.
My brain explodes after a second of joy
In the weird ties and weird science of compulsion.

Let time be roses and sweet wine, with heavenly spores,
Judges of stripes and colours fall into slots of graphic quality,
Lasers fend for foes of frightening openings;
Let time obey the soldier, so that offences gather like fences,
Enthralling the cars that roll into your funny tummy.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Dreaming

You were high above me
popular;
your family had money.

The girls
chased you
brazenly,

but I thought
just maybe
your eye
caught mine
but could not risk
being wrong
could not face Risk's Rejection.

Maybe it is something
I am imagining..

But it has become my dream;
You and I.
A secret dream
which I cannot share
with anyone
because if I do
people will laugh.

I told my best friend
and she said 'Wow'
Over and over again.
but she had no comment
for me
or encouragement.

I then knew
my Reality Test Score
came back
Negative.

How to dream
if you can't have the dream
you want to dream?

What is the use of dreaming
if what you want in dreaming
is forbidden?

I can hold on to it if I desire
but this becomes the standard
for what is for me desirable.

How to embrace
anyone
or anything less
without it seeming
a Coming Down
from what
my dream
says is best?

'Well, ' my Mom said
'You know you are allowed
more than one dream.

There will be others
and they will be there
for you to work toward;
yours to get.'

And true I did get
more than one dream
and you know dear
I did have a better dream
and that dream is you.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Dream Real

A pelt of down
feather-light
floats near by,
its gentle face
summer bright,

landing upon
my sleeping heart
to warm its cockles
in the night.

lt slumbers on
re-assured
that the Soul's Cloth
rests too
there
that night.

I wish to be for you my dear
a downy pelt
come floating down
in your Dreamy Sleep
wrapping round
our
Double Dream
of you and l
Love's Loving Twins;
laid down
in rosy bed
this night
swapping
mutual dreams
under pelt down
synchronizing
dream for dream.

Who knows
maybe
l only exist
because you dream me
and l
you each night.

ln either case
l will keep dreaming you
and you l

for these are
the best dreams
of my life
and remarkably
l awake each
day
to see
you are my reality
inside my dream.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Catnip Dream

(m.nakatani)
Originally performed by the shonen knife. jeff performed it live at great american music hall, san francisco, on may 4 1995.
He is a cat but hes very very fat
Hes not just a standard cat
He is a cat but hes still very fat
American calico cat
Catnip is a kitty cat drug
One puff two puffs, high in a dream
Funny kittys got very sleepy eyes
I wonder what hes dreaming of
Catnip dream catnip dream catnip
Dream meow meow meow
Catnip dream
He gets his kicks from a tiny toy
A green frog filled with catnip
And pretty soon hes going to be seventeen
Kitty cat birthday party
Catnip is a kitty cat drug
We plant catnip seeds together
All summer long he watches it growing
Dreaming of the harvest moon
Catnip dream catnip dream catnip
Dream meow meow meow
Catnip dream
He is a cat and hes very very smart
He knows the coolest place in the yard
He is the king of the neighborhood
American calico cat
Catnip is a kitty cat drug
One puff two puffs, high in a dream
Funny kittys got very sleepy eyes
I wonder what hes dreaming of
Catnip dream catnip dream catnip
Dream meow meow meow
Catnip dream

song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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You Are My Dream

You are my dream!
I know dreams often
Turn into agony;
The warmth of smouldering desires
Adds colours to passions;
And thirst of pulsating moments,
Just for a few seconds
Sips dew from the rose-beds,
And fragrance surrounds the trees,
For a time being, fleetingly.
I am aware of...
Sand does not possess
Foot-prints of a traveller
For a long time,
Yet dreams are a comfort,
For a moment or two, I know it
But you are my dream.
You are my dream!

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Seven day-deams

When I was a child, I had a dream
A dream to be like some one
I do not remember, who or why it was

When I was a boy, I had a dream
A dream to be a grown up
Amongst grown ups, as I envisioned

When I was a youth, I had a dream
A dream to make my mother proudly
Cos', she was dreaming to be proud of me

When I was a man, I had a dream
A dream to reach a plateau, one day
Amongst my colleagues already up there

Day I became a father, I had a dream
A dream to be a proud father
That being my bounden and divine duty
I had no choice, but, strove day and night

Lokzi, Podzi and Chutzi, most precious trio
Thank you, for making me proud, at last
Can never be better, I am sure
For, I shall not dream any more, for you

Being proud, nonetheless, I have a dream
A dream to say-so the world aloud
Best way to be proud, if you like
Is to dream, dream and dream

As a matured, I have a final dream
A dream to stop dreaming any more
Day I tame my craving desires
I'll be there, then, adieu to all of you all!

Jayatissa K.Liyanage

poem by Jayatissa Liyanage
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