I was cleaning out some files and I found this poem I wrote on October 8th 1986. I have no idea what inspired me but I am sure it was based on some dream I had its possible I wrote it down after waking up anyway that's how I'd like to explain its poor structure. It was typed so I had to hand write it before typing up. I had a typewriter back then it was still close enough to my time in High School my parents spent money to get me a typewriter as part of a silly requirement that my school had about reports being typed all in an attempt to get us ready for real world experiences. Now days its an equivalent to having a lap top for school purposes.
1986 would have put me 2 years after High School in Billings Montana.
I posting it I was very tempted to re-write it's not a perfect poem but typical of some of my writing style.
The poem is titled
"Dream"
As shadows creep and night draws near,
the thought of sleep, I dread with fear.
I toss, then turn and hide in fright
in hopes that things will be all right.
Strange how it seems to be,
forcefully, yet somewhat free.
Its vast and wild like the sea,
with tides that rush up towards me.
In its wake I him say,
I dare you to find me come this way.
From where I stand I hear him call
Find me find me take this hall.
I start my journey don the way.
knowing not what to do expect or say.
Such sights and sounds I've heard before,
as I walk and talk on a moving floor.
This place takes and fouls up acts,
turning truth to lies and lies to facts.
I feel colors black and red,
I hear images that fill my head.
So unusual is this place
somewhere between time and space.
I turn to run in fear of all,
but alas I stumble, trip then fall.
Splashing by me like days long gone,
I hear thinks like the dawn.
Again I hear his beckoning call,
causing my voice to shutter and stall
I call out to him and say,
please take me all the way.
Suddenly I find my lot
he's wearing everything, something not
He turns to me if to say
try me try me please do stay.
Now my dream starts fading fast,
showing me a future and then my past.
I cry out loud trying to make it all last,
as I I try to make one more pass.
Like the noise of a shattering mirror,
I'm drained of all my fear.
I lie awake in my bed,
trying to remember where my dreams had me led.
1986 would have put me 2 years after High School in Billings Montana.
I posting it I was very tempted to re-write it's not a perfect poem but typical of some of my writing style.
The poem is titled
"Dream"
As shadows creep and night draws near,
the thought of sleep, I dread with fear.
I toss, then turn and hide in fright
in hopes that things will be all right.
Strange how it seems to be,
forcefully, yet somewhat free.
Its vast and wild like the sea,
with tides that rush up towards me.
In its wake I him say,
I dare you to find me come this way.
From where I stand I hear him call
Find me find me take this hall.
I start my journey don the way.
knowing not what to do expect or say.
Such sights and sounds I've heard before,
as I walk and talk on a moving floor.
This place takes and fouls up acts,
turning truth to lies and lies to facts.
I feel colors black and red,
I hear images that fill my head.
So unusual is this place
somewhere between time and space.
I turn to run in fear of all,
but alas I stumble, trip then fall.
Splashing by me like days long gone,
I hear thinks like the dawn.
Again I hear his beckoning call,
causing my voice to shutter and stall
I call out to him and say,
please take me all the way.
Suddenly I find my lot
he's wearing everything, something not
He turns to me if to say
try me try me please do stay.
Now my dream starts fading fast,
showing me a future and then my past.
I cry out loud trying to make it all last,
as I I try to make one more pass.
Like the noise of a shattering mirror,
I'm drained of all my fear.
I lie awake in my bed,
trying to remember where my dreams had me led.
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