Gazing through the window at the world outside Wondering will mother earth survive Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime
After all, there’s only just the two of us And here we are still fighting for our lives Watching all of history repeat itself time-after-time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us I’m hoping that the dawn will bring a sign A better place for those who will come after us this time
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away Oh, yeah I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ It doesn’t really matter much to me Without each other’s help, there ain’t no hope for us I’m living in a dream of fantasy
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
If only we could all just find serenity It would be nice, if we could live as one When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I’m just a dreamer I dream my life away today I’m just a dreamer Who dreams of better days Okay
I’m just a dreamer Who’s searching for the way today I’m just a dreamer Dreaming my life away
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
My 2 cents –
you know what… the world is too hard right now. dreams are good. be creative. be crazy. Dream. Dream Big.
I don’t often talk about my poetry, preferring to leave the interpretation to the reader. However, This one hurt. writing it was the most painful piece I have ever done. The piece that inspired it was posted by a friend on Facebook. and I shall post it here so I am not alone.
Pablo Neruda was an Amazing poet. It hurts that his words still echo even though time should have rendered a softness to them.
Revenge Body is Rachel Wiley’s third collection of poetry, full of the sharp wit and bold honesty we know and love from Rachel. Wiley invites her readers to join her on a journey filled with righteous anger, Black identity, magic, mental health, navigating maternal relationships, and the love and loss that comes from a breakup.
My Thoughts
Anyone who reads my blog knows that I love Poetry. This one touches my soul. The poet speaks from the heart about topics that hit close to home. They can be found reciting some of their poetry on Button poetry’s YouTube.
This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
Beauty standards was actually already started. I started it at the beginning of November – 468 words in. I simply forgot to list it due to the chaos of my own health… I found the story and wanted to write more so I added it to the list.
I spent most of my time asleep this week but when I was awake I managed a lot of writing. I am going to speak a bit more on it in the post on Monday.
This week I plan on saving something for the art and poetry (Monday and Thursday ) . Simply because of the content I plan on posting,
I think I am finally getting over this stupid sinus infection let’s hope ..
Can you feel that? Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant, I kneel (will you give it to me?) It seems what’s left of my human side Is slowly changing in me (will you give it to me?) Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes, violently it changes Oh no, there is no turnin’ back now You’ve woken up the demon in me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on, get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me I can see inside you, the sickness is rising Don’t try to deny what you feel (will you give it to me?) It seems that all that was good has died And is decaying in me (will you give it to me?) It seems you’re having some trouble In dealing with these changes, living with these changes Oh no, the world is a scary place Now that you’ve woken up the demon in me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on, get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me And when I dream And when I dream And when I dream And when I dream No mommy, don’t do it again Don’t do it again, I’ll be a good boy I’ll be a good boy, I promise No, mommy, don’t hit me, oh-ooh Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy? Don’t do it, you’re hurting me, oh-ooh Why did you have to be such a -? Why don’t you, why don’t you f- off and die? Why can’t you just f- off and die? Why can’t you just leave here and die? Never stick your hand in my face again, f- you I don’t need this sh-, you stupid sadistic abusive fu- wh- Would you like to see how it feels, mommy? Here it comes, get ready to die Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness You fu- get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness has now come over me
My 2 cents –
I think this is obvious considering. I sit here with no voice, sinuses going nuts and everything hurts. so I might as well have humor about it.
Pattimouse 