I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Dream Lovers You were my dream lover And you loved me in my dreams But we could not hold onto that In reality it seems. For love here in reality Is a hard, hard game to play And people run away from love And almost never stay. And I don't know why that is so Or why it's always been It's almost like true love's a crime And wanting it's a sin. People using people Is now societal norm Discarding them when they're of no use From the moment they are born. And yet inside each human heart Is the burning need to know The touch of love, not knowing that Love needs our love to grow. So people hide in shadows And lurk at love's closed doors Watching for love to open up With welcome mats on it's floors. But rarely does that closed door open No matter how long you wait For love's as frightened of you out there As you are scared of it's fate. And most of us, from youth to old age Sit in darkened rooms alone In a house that we have built ourselves That will never be a home. We live in virtual reality That will never be a fact Clinging to CGI people on screens That will never love us back. I don't think God made this world this way Nor did He desire us thus To live in lonely isolation With no happiness or trust. He made us to need one another He made us need the things others have got He made us to share the uniqueness we have With other sad seeking souls that have not. But you and I, we never met On this lonely, orbiting rock We waited inside our own closed doors On which love just wouldn't knock. Instead we dreamed ourselves a love That visited at night And who loved and lived in astral realms But at dawn, kept out of sight. And that sufficed for a span of time But never truly satisfied The hungry hearts inside of us Who screamed at us and cried. For something real that they could feel To hold there in our hand Not fiction, fantasy or film But a real woman, a real man. But we held onto what we had found Just as passionately as we could For fantasy was all that we had And that dream world was safe and good. Until the day came that we awoke And could never sleep again Till we embraced reality And took it's hated hand. And it led us out into the sun And showed us skies above Showed us life and all it's woes And told us to look for love. Not love in fairy story books, Not love on movie reels Not love in songs that just end wrong But love that hurts and heals. So we walked away from dreamland Into the waiting arms of others Who've longed for flesh and blood people to come And take the place of their dream lovers. And though we may not ever meet And it may not ever seem That we were true, Ididlove you In the world that was a dream.
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