I dreamed
The death of my dream
And it
Provoked a loud scream
Deep from within me.
All because
Of how far we came as a team.

I dreamed
The death of my dream
Which meant
the outage of a light beam
That once illuminated hope,
Without which I can't cope.

In actuality
The death of my dream
Would Mean
For me a very new ballgame,
Which Signals a new beginning
For all the challenges looming.

Therefore this death of my dream
Is a just a fabricated lie
All because
Our dreams don't really die
Yes, they do at times get old,
But most often they just go cold.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©️

You’d be surprised
What can be accomplished
With your eyes sealed to the world

Stumbling in and out of love
With the wrong person,
The right person

Standing still while
The crowd moves about
And you face the opposite direction

Awaiting the joy
Coveted and insured from bloom
As it swims past your bones like a ghost

The miles you drive
Without taking the sights
Or abiding the lines

You can point and shoot
You can win or lose
But it holds no concern

It’s the feeling of knowing you’re lost
But cease to admit
Because it looks like life

There is no sleep to be had
When you shut your eyes to the world
Just an endless reaching for the walls you built

Maintain balance
So no one suspects
And tramples the comfort you found

They only see brown rust in your eyes
If you never show the raw burning red
And the vacancy of motive

Nothing hurts so bad
If you don’t stare directly at it
Or ignore it altogether

But when you finally open them
Don’t be skittish about what you’ve found
It’s only happening one blink at a time

War and drugs
And wars on drugs
And automatic guns

Disease and regret
And misleads and misread
And greed over guilt

Smiles and words
All things absurd
Hunger and cures

Lies and truths
Bigotry and fake news
Decay of education

Tribalism
Bibles
Prisons

Capital
Collateral
Intangibles

But you’ve pulled back the curtains
And you’ve drawn in the light
So you must never again close your eyes