Dreams, new and old dreams, we all dream
We all dream of chocolate and ice cream
We all dream of monsters, bandits and angels
We all dream of good, bad guys and devils
That’s where nightmare comes into play
We all dreams of better days in May
When the temperature is cool, welcoming and warm
Spring fever brings hope, something new and calm
Living is about dreaming for a better and fruitful future
Without defying Mother Nature’s raft and thunder
Don’t stop dreaming
Don’t stop hoping
Don’t quit
Not even a bit
Keep fighting and dreaming for something better
That’s the essence of breathing like a new creature
From time to time, we forget our dreams
For diverse reasons like the summer streams
Wandering in the deep forests in search of the ocean
Which is miles away waiting for a benediction
We all dream. We dream awake or asleep
Simply be careful and prudent while away from the beep
We dream at night and at daytime
We dream and hope as we rhyme.

Copyright © July 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

"I'll quit tomorrow"
Say once again
I spoke those words yesterday too
Would take the easy route out of this
No shortcuts in Hell-I must go through
An excuse not to surfaces
Legitimate or not
Before I know it repeating mistakes
Hit after hit
Shot after shot
Of the places I've visited
Don't think I have ever reached one quite so low
Seeking whatever fleeting remedy
Leaves the least room to grow
You've got to wonder why I make these decisions
Swearing that "this time" I'm done
Got my back pressed against a concrete slab
Simply isn't anywhere else to run
Maybe I have gotten used to the fire
Been so long since my universe went up in flames
May be difficult to see through the smoke
At least that way there's a scapegoat to blame
I cannot claim I don't know any better
After two or three times learned getting sick
Regardless how many nights spent fighting withdrawals
Sobriety never seems to stick
Maybe I should give up on this battle
Surrender war and wave a flag of white
Let demons have their way with my soul
Accept that I'll never be alright
I am exhausted sprinting in circles
Find myself in the exact same place
Watching world spin around me so fast
While own life I only waste

I want to quit,
I can’t do this anymore,
The weight of it all —
It crashes, it pours.

I’m drowning in feelings,
Too heavy, too raw,
I don’t want to feel them,
I’m breaking, I fall.

I need the hurt to end,
One way or another,
I need to escape,
To find something other.

I want to quit,
I can’t wear this face,
I’m suffocating slowly,
In this endless race.

I need a way out,
A hand, something solid,
I’m reaching, I’m sinking,
The world feels so pallid.

God, I need help,
I’m screaming inside,
I want to quit,
I don’t want to hide.

I'm reminded I'm standing in the middle of my bull $hit
By a credible doomsday profit
Felt like a kidney punch followed by a di¢k kick
A devastating hit
Not a knockout blow but still significant
Physical and mental damage present
Pray it's not permanent
Contemplating what it'd mean if I quit
Then the bell saved me ultimately,
Sending me to my corner to sit
Maybe I just need to cool down a bit...

®2024

From day one, from the moment I was given one, my compass has had a faulty magnet
Why was that written into my script?
And why didn't I get a say in any of it?
Shouldn't I have been given a manuscript?
Explaining, for one thing, why I have to combat life and everything that comes with it?
How would you go about it?
Can't I just shrug it off, maybe let some shiit slip?
My path doesn't always need to be backlit
Certainly not by the ember of my burnout that fell from orbit
The punishment never fit the crime but I still submit that most of the claims are, in themselves, counterfeit
But I didn't quit in a panic
Not every life is a good investment
So I made the corporate decision to forfeit
Call it an early retirement
The more fitting term is a forced exit

©2024