One Mississippi…

The pitch black nights are the hours filled will the most vibrant and outstanding objects. 

The bleakest morning are those that encompass the pinnacles of excitement.

The most painful moments are the ones laden with the deepest volumes of beauty. 

Each passing day, each shifting hour, each itching moment,

…One Mississippi…

…Take a deep breath…

…Pause a moment and take in what is around you…

Everything,

Everywhere,

Surrounding your soul.

The only reason nights lack light, a lack of presence of observed by your eyes,

The singular logic for mornings having bleakness and a sense of loneliness,

The one way the most hurting times of life mature into something beautiful…

Nothing is as it seems.

Or as they appear to be. 

Stop looking at the surface,

Start looking beneath.

Halt yourself from making assumptions,

Begin to make observations. 

…Two Mississippi…

…Exhale deeply…

…Go back to the one thing in your surrounding that caught your eye…

It’s a perception issue,

A delay in deduction,

A misfire in interpretation.

Alas, freeze your frame,

Put a moratorium on those thoughts,

So much as to the venture of thinking in which you were progressing. 

…three Mississippi…

The end lies here. 

You’ve tracked a path all the way to here. 

Where is here?

Exactly.

That reason, 

For darkness, bleakness, pain…

Life, in its most simple attributes,

Is a series of moments strung together in a narrative that we label as our own. 

Each picture, each pause, 

Is a blank canvas,

Leaving you to make beauty out of everything.

That my fellow dreamer is the magnitude of dreaming. 

Don’t leave your symphonies, your novels, without embellishing them,

Without making them your own. 

You are the dreamer, the architect, the perpetrator of innovations in this awe inspiring play.

Your dreams are your paintbrush,

Now is your time to make those lines. 

Copyright Dream Beyond 2017

Dreaming on the Horizon


Upon the lines this world has drawn,

Light lies licking the blooming morning sky.

I am able to see for miles and miles in every direction,

But every plane of vision stops at the line.

Not too long ago the world ended at those edges,

Pieces of a box we all once lived in.

Confined humanity to the reaches of the eyes,

Not believing in the reaches of the mind.

Dreams, they exude up and out, 

Sink and rise, flutter and fly.

Skip across the waters,

Somersault every mountain,

Traverse devastating deserts,

Conquer crippling tundras.

No horizon can hold back dreams.

No prison can suppress,

Let not our thoughts depress,

Or this world bring duress,

To the ravishing creations we design.

We are the architect of not just our future, but the past and the present too.

Live your life through dreams,

And live on the horizons,

Free. 

Copyright Dream Beyond 2017

Drowning in Dreams


Step. Step. 

Tip. Toe

Each one closer, closer, to the end of the dock. 

Just wait till the big step comes at last, I’m sent hurdling, reeling,

I make a splash. Oh what a spectacle, a sight to see, 

I’m flailing, I’m struggling, I cannot get free! 

I’m below the surface, submerged, immersed, I’ve lost the dock, 

I’ve descended into darkness, what could be lurking near, which way is up? 

They are crowded around me, like moths drawn to the only lamp in a desolate field, not a gap to be seen, 

I’m drowning in mayhem, a skyscraper of aspirations collapsing and covering me with debris, suffocating in dreams. 

I’ve found my rest at the bottom, amoung the discarded items, lost memories, all in the bleak unending dark, 

Just another sunken treasure, an enchanting post card never delivered, lost at sea, lost at heart.

The air disperses, it turns and bends, it seeps from the cracks that lie in my fragile bones. 

I’m without words to comfort, or methods to transport them with tones. 

Here I lay, wrecked at last. 

The madness caught up with me, I possess only the distinct lack of anything but a continuous state of lacking itself. 

Weighted down by the very thing I cry to express, only by that which I sought to herald to the masses,

Dreams come alive every moment of the day, but to no avail,

Just escape from me like precious word of life departing in time, as bubbles of air leaving my lungs. 

Creation not tended to or nurtured is a disastrous crime. 

So I’ve come upon my sentence, 

The punishment, 

The ruin. 

Copyright Dream Beyond 2017

O’ Dreamer’s Cry


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O’ Dreamer’s Cry, I hear you well.

When the dreamer sleeps, your bellowing swells. 

At the strike of midnight you call aloud, through all the clouds, through all the dreams. 

In the deepest of trances you make a sound, between all the thoughts, between all the seems.

The day is coming to end my night, where my dreams halt, and Reality bites. Why must we simply conform to thee? Abandon our hopes, our goals, and flee? These walls hold up in this dreamer’s mind, but Reality, thy erode my thoughts with the help of time. Again, and again, the dreamers are beraded. In the coming day, the true dreamers are those who have evaded. I cry aloud so the others may hear, don’t let your dreams go, don’t shed a tear.

O’ Dreamer’s Cry, I know you well. 

My dreams have been tried, my memories can tell.

I take your word into my heart, and beckon the others to do the same.

Come one, come all, you dreamers here,

If we band together,

Our dreams, our dreams, won’t disappear.
Copyright Dream Beyond 2016

Dreaming of Paradise


Could I really be dreaming again, Of the place they call paradise?

Could I really be dreaming of you again, Of the one who makes me in paradise?

It’s paradise indeed that’s dreamt of by you and me, All us included we wish to be there. 

Each day it seems, nay each moment it is, that my thoughts reach further than the pane glass of reality that makes up the box I’m trapped in.

To paradise, I’m on my way,

My thoughts run out before me, entwining with my imagination to form what we call a dream.

It’s there that I see you whom makes the dreamer dream of dreams concerning the land that lies beyond the seems of this glass box. 

Rolling hills and sunsets so bright,

Ocean vistas and stars dancing at night.

Tropical themes or evergreen trees, the reality of it all is that paradise follows you and along comes me. 

With that a dreamer can dream of a land called paradise, with you whom together we shall take off. 

A one way ticket to the land dreams of made from…

*toot toot*

All aboard!


Copyright Dream Beyond 2016

Dazed Daydreams

  
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Every morning I awake, to live in this dream we call fate

As the sun rises today, I’m left without any words to say

My dreams and plans dwindle down, while reality claims its place in town,

I’m left with my daydreams to keep me from blight

I hold them fast to save me my sight,

Daized and scheming, the daydreams fly,

With each new dream, i soar to the sky,

I escape from reality, i escape my plight

I see new worlds, i see the bright light

There are no limits, no rules, no lies, no fears, if you cant dream of this world you’re already here,

These dazed daydreams do me just fine, i escape to a world thats truly all mine, 

There’s a glint of hope in everyone’s eye, to dream a dream and never die

But reality breaks our hope with one quick sigh, it fills us with doubt and feeds us a lie,

To doubt our dreams is the worst possible thing, its how think, its how we sing
Copyright Dream Beyond 2016

Upon A Midspring’s Dream 

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I breathe the breath of the new spring air,

I feel the breezes blow slight and fair,

It winds and bends with each passing wind,

It flutters the petals of the spring’s young bloom.

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I see the bloom sway with charm,

I hear it’s song cascade through Nature’s arms,

It springs up with life from the dormant days,

It bursts forth with a melody unique to its roots. 

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I sense it take hold of the new age of living,

I smell the aroma Spring’s bloom is giving,

It is an innocent, youthful, mellifluous dream,

It holds fast to its Mother not overtaken by weeds.

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For who can stop a bloom once it’s sprouted,

Who can stop a dream that’s never been doubted,

In this season of rejuvenation I long to implore,

Of the beautiful coasts on the far off shores,

Dotted with blooms of Nature’s past,

They speak of our dreams that ever last.