On Dreams…

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”

– Robert Frost (1923)

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Dreams…When they come

entice, excite, energize

and then fade away –

in the abyss of unconsciousness..

and worst that..

the story doesn’t end here.

Deep inside they rub their paws

and hit their heads

altogether..

against the confinements of

our egos…

and beat the anthems of freedom

loud enough

…enough to resonate with

weak human emotions.

And the shrill goes on

cutting the furry attitude..

…like a scissor

…smoothly..

with Judas cruelty.

They cry..and they dance..

leaving you to shiver..

afraid and alone

in the thoughts..

you misinterpreted as the hidden ones…

for the fear of being exposed.

They show you

the psychedelic colors of dark..

in the burning riot they perpetrate;

and  u just wonder…

…weather it’s the dark or the bright

that is so blind?..

..but can’t juxtapose.

And the longer u suppress…

the more u suffer

for their bairns..

born and grown on

dead rotten conscience,

are even more poisonous…

And they fight with their bodies..ghosts, the immortal soul,

and even reincarnate..

Just…

..to come on the surface

and breathe…

with the dream of

being persuaded..

With just one confession

and the truest one..

“All this entertainment (huh!)

Was just for you..

For the dreamer.”…

Like me..

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~ Leo

A Human Ugly Enough!

Nature…

Why are you so ugly?

Reining my emotions

In the flow of balmy breezes

Under lonely dark skies

Smashing me to knees

Squeezing my pride!

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The blue of your eyes

Their scorching sight

Spread all over…

To the infinites…

And teasing me always

To touch those highs

Proving me worthless

Mocking my size…

And I just cry….

Can only cry!

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Why are you so ugly?

The morning incantations

The  peaceful glamor

The flower, their scents

Alluring my aesthetics

With their beauty from Hades

Can you explain?

Why this fate??

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And why am I always jealous

Of the dignity of mountains

Of the flow of rivers

(shit….I am fan of their non-stop intentions!..)

Of those birds flying

Like a crown..

Bending the wind

On power of their own

(will I be able to do this someday…?)

Of the fame of the Sun…..

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I think because

You and your powers

(..your powers indeed..)

Were jealous of me

Afraid of my roaring confidence ;

That can retain all your intensity

Within it’s dimensions

And crush it like a beast.

And….you

You the ugly

Conspired against me

Always…’cause

U wanted no rivals

The same as I do

No rivals!!

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But worry ye not

For there shall be time

When shackles will break loose

You’ll be challenged…

And I’ll be the one

You will be bowing to

Because it’s just pure me!….. Nothing else!!

And the soul burning inside me

Is the same

As your unchallenged attitude…

Just watch till I learn

What more it takes to take you on

To wield such might

To win the fight!!

So, listen you ugly…..

Wait and I’ll show you

I am just as ugly…

..as you are.

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(or, uglier perhaps…)

~ Leo