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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. Yah old babe I want To put down words As make you wet inside I want you to believe I’m God’s gift revealed Miraculously on this site I want you to ooze At your discovery What does it matter As we stroke each other On the keyboard Life in fact Is just a dream And in the end We are nothing then So let’s fool ourselves With just a little fun And why shouldn’t we Given that eventuality Since finally after all When it comes as it does Near the close of things Who’s to say That we are wrong . |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You bet you got my attention with this "Ersatz". For many lonely people the virtual world is indeed some kind of "surrogate" to real life. But in the end, as you suggest, why not? Very impactful write, John. If life is a dream, the colors of this dream are assembled by the dreamer ... so even if age at times induces many of us to think that the bright colors are not adequate ... it is everybody's own dream, suggested by hearts that never age, and nobody will convince me ever that I can't put in some passionate colors, just because of some wrinkles that suggest that I am beyond dreams ... In my eyes it's not as much a question of having fun, as it is of living love till the last breath ... before the great leap into the unknown (of course I have my beliefs concerning this "unknown"). Sorry for babbling, I know you hate it ...  Thank you for this. M |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
in the end... yes, it may be fantasy, but whatever an individual embraces "whole" heartedly becomes their reality sometimes people get 'burned' but this also happens when relationships begin at a picnic in the park but do watch out for the proverbial 'predators' |
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jbstillwater Member
since 2009-07-03
Posts 216Albuquerque, New Mexico |
I agree, but I truly must say that I have come across some wonderful poets here on this site. Ineed we all need to dream and here is what a very, very vary (lol) famous dreamer of a poet I know by the name of JB Stillwater (Janet K. Brennan) has to say on the subject I caught a dream, or it caught me it challenged my reality A dream so pure, for my heart's sake I prayed that I would ne'er awake ~ Gold curls, angelic crowned her head "You've caught a dream, my mum," she said "For life is but a Sparrow's song Quick and sweet, please sing along ~ I'll help you catch what dreams, I may until we see the light of day But you must promise not to cry At dream's end, when we say good-bye ~ I'll weave a net with threads so strong I promise that it won't take long You'll catch your dreams, the net will fill Let's place it on the window sill ~ Know, we were meant to catch each dream For things are never as they seem So live your dreams, for they are you Embrace your hopes, for dreams come true ~ So, I learned that dreams and streams Of woven net without said seams Will oft' times catch what is beyond What lies in wait twixt dark and dawn ~~~ |
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