Bitter Dreams

Midnight presents itself as a portal

To the dimension of dreams 

The billions of brightly burning stars 

Bursts through the thick darkness as gentle night lights 

The moon, a glowing ball of wax, takes the lead 

In narrowing the eyes to focus in on the idea of soothing sleep

 

As one lies down on a superficial cloud 

The music of silence reverses the songs of bio beats 

To turn their tune towards the sub conscious part of the mind 

Other lights begin to go out 

The lights of energy as well as the light of logic...

A stage is now setting up scenes with its own shine  

Dreams come forth 

Dancing with movements that will not be remembered 

And whispering wise words that will become greatly known

They take the soul to a place of deep rest 

They tiptoe around the oceans of harsh realities 

Because in them they could accidentally drown and fuse into heartless nightmares

 

As the night tarries on

The heart of dreams make themselves more alive 

Putting meaning into seemly insignificant things 

And at times displaying the appearance of hope itself

Dreams demand the creation of wonderful creatures that are the blue print...

Of soft wishes and strong desires 

Creatures that gnash their teeth against doubt 

And roars courage inside of many weeping souls 

That gently cuddles with a motivated core 

That uses their strength to help one reach for much more 

 

The dreams began to see their time is once more limited 

The waking world has started to insist of its great impatience  

Trying to convince the world of sleep they can no longer wait

 

But dreams are not dull 

They will come to an end 

But in the way of propaganda 

To encourage one to be welcomed back in 

Whether the dreams decide to end up as a blank screen 

Or fade out with images of illustrative ideas 

They take a bold bow and logic now resumes his work 

With the wild world that embraces that it is simply awake

 

The noise goes greater as the stars become only a memory 

Silence sometimes cringes with so much sound 

It is even aware that there must be balance. 

But the loud turns violent 

It is not cautious with its screams 

The screams that rushes in actions that beat on a body 

Non yielding yells that breaks already bruised bones 

Slaughtering shouts that crushes a caring spirit 

 

With all the noise 

One cowers with ears covered 

And the better music of sound 

Is shut out 

 

One limps to dreams for healing 

For the sleep is to sooth their shattered souls

One begs for the shield of safe sleep 

That prevents them from being wounded with sword that has the ability to penetrate all who are simply awake 

 

Dreams transform weeping into beautiful waterfalls 

Piercing pain into a powerful imagination 

That can prove to remind no one 

Of the waking world 

 

One might notice the other realm 

But the dreams sing a seducing song 

That no physical string seems to be able to produce 

Silence stares at the one 

Who does not realize that sleep unintentionally steals

 

For it is of now a time of the raging flame above the candle of Earth

To rage its fires as well as to send rays to encourage everyone 

In the waking world...

But its the blueness of the sky 

That is the same blue of the mood that one is in 

And the green of each tree 

Is sickening to where one will not doge the depressing desire 

For even deeper and more dangerous dreams 

 

Of all the colors that declare beauty into the waking world 

These colors are not vivid enough for that one 

To have those same hues brighten the dull views 

In the waking world which one wishes to be asleep 

 

Silence beckons for Wisdom to quietly enter the mind 

To attempt to go with silence's awareness and speak

Words that will justify the waking world 

Even with all its foolish deeds

 

Wisdom lightly taps into the logical mind

Only to ask reason to remain there 

Then it walks into the world of dreams 

To just stand there 

 

"Hatred, you who destroy brilliant minds, why are you in the world of dreams?"

Hatred smiles broadly and Wisdom widens its eyes when coming to the realization that hatred is attaching itself to form bitter dreams. Hatred starts to talk.

"The one who hates life sees it better to dream of better things and you must not remind them that THAT is where the better things come into being."

"I know that I constantly get ignored Hatred so my plan is to keep it simple where all man has to do is glance at my words and have a chance to get them."

Ultimately being aware of its great defeat it asks Wisdom of the words it will say 

"Whatever it is... how will they become in love with the day?"

Wisdom cautiously comments.

The purpose of dreams is to drive man to great distance in the waking world...

To drive them to Success 

To drive them to Great Destiny 

And drive them to enjoy their Life 

And further so to encourage possible realities through great disasters in the waking world

But yet I cannot say this either...

Hatred became impatient.

"One of the foundations of the world and you don't have anything good to speak?"

 

I have a few words on my mind 

And I'll eventually come back with Insight and Understanding as well if that one agrees to it...

 

The words I have to say to that one is this...

"Life will not always seem fair in the waking world 

But the greatest thing to do with your life 

Instead of welcoming death...

Welcome the idea of creating your own dreams..."