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THE DREAM- Where did that dream go...maybe it was realized. Maybe it was mercilessly slaughtered by family , friends,co-workers, or just the average person in general. Maybe you yourself stood by and watched it slowly struggle and then sink beneath the dark waters of fear and doubt as it gasped for the air of inspiration and hope. Let it go, you thought to yourself. I've spent far to much effort in the past agonizing over it's struggle to be realized. Why did it pick me. Was it some crazy random choice ...or a well defined plan .Was it the wild scheme of some angels of god who had nothing better to do one oddly occurring day when the world was unusually peaceful, that they needed some humouros entertainment, so whispered magnificent things into the ear of your heart, and new your ego would grab hold with a death grip. Was it a vision that the great master creator had himself and decided it could never be accomplished outside of his grace, so he gladly passed it on to man , knowing someone was really going to have to pray a lot. HOW many dreams have died unrealized throughout the millennia of the time of man .I f we dive into that deep dark abyss, i'm sure we would see so many it would be overwhelming. THERE ...they are. There in the thick fog of time we see the bodies of the dreams appear out of the mists ,not decayed, not faceless, but somehow alive ....and somehow dead. One not need to peer too intently at these dreams that disappeared, to feel what might have been. There are dreams of darkness that sought to drain the light of love from humanity, they are not here where we look today, but are across a deep divide in a well of such mysterious darkness ,that only those demons of the utmost ferocity , only those creatures of the most terrible vileness , only those beings of such incredible cruelty whose only drive is to reduce mankind to their level of madness , only they have license to walk among those filthy dreams and crazily dance in obscene delight , knowing at least some lived and were realized. HERE , though, are only the dreams of light and love and good. Dreams of work, love, humour fun and the many spokes of life that exist.This one that presents itself with a wondering ,wandering demeanor, as we walk through the mists of time seems to exude a longing, a longing of the heart to have been united to the desire of it's heart , a fair maiden . I SEE the girl as she walks through the meadows of windy waving grasses , infused with heavenly colours of stunning flowers with the outline of magnificent trees highlighting the hill off in the distance. this is how he saw her. Many times as he lied on his bed , patiently waiting for sleep to overtake , she would appear , without summoning ,she would walk into his mind and stir feeligs . The strenuous duties of life would be a song of sweet melody , he knew if only they could be together.His rival was so much more gallant, smart,skilled and from a better wealthier family.WHY is beauty and sweetness like a light , shed on all passersby . why is there not some divine deflector that allows those who have no chance to ever remain in this light ,emanating from such a wondrous female. HIS dream died . he had to kill it , he had to let it starve at a certain point or it would have killed him. Other lights would appear in the course of his life , but none would shine ever so amazingly bright as that one. Even the light that was allowed to diminish in destiny, deteriate to death, left a mysterious afterglow that sustained him throughout his remaining years of determined solitude .THIS dream .. formed in the constructs of the dynamics of life, was not one of anyones making., of god or demon, of heaven or hell. There were other lights to love , which in time may have become a warmer steady more fruitful,nourishing light.BUT the choice was made , either by trickery of the heart, mind or emotions or by the sheer intentional direction of the will to dream no other dream. DREAMS of love nudged , occasionally,whispered their touching melodies , infused waking thots , but to no avail. DREAMS vary in their desire , content, and what they hope to become, wether of buildings , travels ,articles of craft or invention. THEY can be annoying and inspiring, driving us as seemingly foolish people to fulfill it.s desire, but everywhere, all we can see is the result of DREAMS . Everything , anything, all that is,. once lived only as an inspiration , a mental picture, a hope , a wanting, a plan, a vague feeling in the makeup of a single human being ,. possibly planted by a divine character , that some call god .
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