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Victor D López Jan 2022
We sleep at night secure we think,
That surely we'll awake,
But what if dreams would others link,
Intent to our mind take?

Our brain gives birth to consciousness,
Though science knows not how,
Our brightest minds can only guess,
But never truly know.

I posit other minds than ours,
May share the sleeping brain,
And in some cases nightly hours,
Through dreams cause us real pain.

If we are weak and they are strong,
The battle they might win,
They fight to live, no right or wrong,
In the struggle within.
Victor D López Jan 2022
Feathery seeds blown by winds of chance,
Over deserts, oceans, forests,
Thousands of miles,
Or only a stone throw away,
To land and retake flight,
Time and again,
Before taking root,
And thrive or die,
Helpless,
As soil and weather will,
Such is our plight.
Victor D López Jan 2022
In Spring I Dreamt of Summer's Sun
In spring I dreamt of summer's sun,
And all the things that I'd get done.

In summer I did dream of fall,
And lovely times we would have all.

In fall I dreamt of winter's due,
When rest and travel would come true.

And now that winter's finally here,
I dream of all the wasted years.

I dream of times we should have shared,
When all were still alive who cared.

I dreamed away my life it seems,
Instead of living it, I dreamed.

Longed for tomorrow every day,
And now I long for yesterday.

I wish I'd lived each day awake,
Left precious moments in my wake.

But wisdom comes too late I fear,
Too many dreams and wasted years.
Victor D López Jan 2022
We search for true love,
Often for a lifetime,
Yet seldom find it.

Love's not hard to find,
Especially when we're young,
Consumed by passion.

As we age we find,
The embers still glow brightly,
But do not consume.

Yet the pain persists,
Emptiness that we can't fill,
However we try.

If we find true love,
No force in the universe,
Can keep us from it.

No matter the source,
No matter the circumstance,
We meld into one.
Victor D López Jan 2022
We love roses best,
Sweet smell, glorious petals,
We ignore the thorns.

Weeds are flowers too,
Saffron dandelions bloom,
With edible leaves.

Children's sweet delight,
Summer's snowflakes their blown seeds,
Gathered gifts for mom.

We protect the rose,
And poison dandelions,
Their beauty unprized.

Nature provides both,
Without judgment as to worth,
It is we who judge.

So with people too,
Flamboyant facades we praise,
Plain, true worth we shun.
Victor D López Jan 2022
Mom reading to me,
Bedtime stories, fresh and old,
Unhappy endings.

Loud protest from me,
Sometimes with effusive tears,
Mom revising end.

The wolf does not eat,
Grandma or Red Riding Hood,
All's well with the world.

If only her words,
From heaven could change today,
Real life with such ease.


Hear my reading of this poem at https://open.spotify.com/episode/1Iua0LTtHwczbN19aEiALg?si=DsYKH0OdRj6KiBCL0ZYeoA
Victor D López Jan 2022
Cylons and humans,
Can end their war, choose peace,
Why oh why can't we.
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