The original dream Shared a vision of happiness, Harmonious circumstances Character witnesses to a life, That flowed unerringly Across a landscape Of perfection.
Then came the descendants; Other dreams, Where illusions were introduced And the landscape underwent Subtle changes, Twists and turns Seemingly random, chaotic eddies Fractal logic prevailing; The dream deviated Always pushing and swelling At the edge of Its ever-expanding territory.
Standing anywhere along that edge One can see a little more or less Of the horizon Than at any other position, Equilateral sight Into the possibilities Of the future, And looking back A seemingly random path, And though chaotic It clearly made sense, At each individual instant.
Gateway of a black hole Time stops at an "event horizon" For distant watcher of the universe If you could reach an "event horizon" You would be dead for the world For you, you would be alive Time flow quite normal May be things happening As in "Interstellar" In reality a dream In dream a reality Time stops at an "event horizon" Dead and alive relative In general relativity
Life in disarray Smile still intact Symbol of hope Symbol of strength Talking at length, With his shadow present What life meant He was innocent She was decent It was her life's last event Life in disarray Smile still intact Symbol of hope Symbol of strength
It was a blessed night, when I heard footsteps Creaking wood sounds, you were getting closer I got perplexed and jumped out of my bed You knocked on my door over and over ‘’come in’’ I said in most coquettish tone It wasn’t a first but this time we felt truly alone Wearing a turtleneck and hands in your jeans pocket Glasses resting on your nose, looking down Perhaps looking for a topic And then you asked me a question ‘’what does it feel like to live here?’’ ‘’terrible, awful, horrific’’ I said with aggression You kept asking me more and more I forgot almost all of them because I got lost in your voice I haven’t heard you like this before Sitting on floor, I answered everything you asked Complaining, criticizing this life, throwing fits And when you were finished you said ‘’you deserve better than this’’ It was over; just so quick I realized you were just there to tell the whole world ‘’A Day in the Life of an Island School Girl’’
Hope can cheer you up and Hope can bring you down Hope can take you all over town The main question of hope is if it is helpful or harmful If I hoped to be a judge I would never be appointed Often times when we hope we find ourselves disappointed
A friend once told me Hope is like a downward ***** Having Hope alone does not bring a new day Just like not having it doesn't mean you don't get your way So the question changes to: is Hope a blessing or a curse
A farmer hopes for a good season But he doesn't plant his crops and say goodbye He works as hard as eh can with good reason And when a good or bad harvest comes around, he doesn't have to question why
Hope without the work is an effort lost, like fools gold It can ease your mind and please your soul But it can also turn you into a living ghoul Hope is for the strong, Hope is for the weak, Hope is for those who dare to be bold.
Everlasting sentinel of forever keeper of time lie with me in the forest sometime let the droplets of memory **** the nerves of my consciousness along with the many summer songs and midnight rains therein everlasting lover of infinity timeless and prime sigh with me in a melodic mime dampen my senses denude my mind free me from the utopian paradise of realistic sham everlasting master of moments endless and divine eternal immortal celestial
Lyrics of bounded intimacy gladdens her conquered mindset Over the hills of Abeokuta, love flows like waterfall Vying for the golden heart of a conquered and bullied one Eagerly waiting for the crown of love that's beyond
Hating speaks ill of emotions of her past dealings Daunting cowards scare her of love scars and wonds Brave hearts smile to her but she giggles and worries Stepping forward to behold her angelic monster with vexation.
Bridegroom implores the mystic of time and imaginations Smiling to the awaiting hands of her selfish fantasy and ego Reminiscing to the high tune of affection and wander of the past Aimlessly searching for a perfect-godly bride that is beyond her.
Recalling past timelines make her smile, angry, aloft and joyous Searching for a warmth hands is all she dreams of her present Not forgetting previous intimacies that weakens her nerves and heart A diva in her youth as she beckons for unrealistic wishes.
The ground will testify our PAST when we fall asleep permanently.