Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 55

Escape

Torturedby the husking fruitless

Dailycrush of energy marauders

Vexing,ever vexing and

Flexingbrawny sinuous flesh,

Flauntingfaux powers in feckless faces.

Pitythe fools.

 

Iclose my eyes,

Lowermy expectations and

Waitfor sweet dreams

Toinvade my property.

Ofttimes comes easy,

Approachingangelic.

Thebully backs down

Lookingelsewhere for folly.

Prisonbars soften and the gates open wide

Asvelveteen breezes offer their wings

Leavingme free to escape to Nirvana

Wherehoney flows free

Androses e’er bloom,

Andthoughts are but whispers

Bornon the wind.

 

Iwill linger here a while to

Followthe dream,

Seizethe ring.

Nomisgivings for time well spent.

 

Wishes and Dreams

I had a dream

That spurred a wish

That led to a thought

That inspired a plan

That created an outline

That became a blueprint

For a brand new project

Fraught with obstacles

Resolved through tenacity

Then brought to fruition

With a sense ofaccomplishment,

A shining example

Presented to others

Who also

Have a dream.

 

Where Dreams Sleep

Rest in silence, SweetDream Maker.

There is much for youtomorrow.

Sleep until your name iscalled

And you can rise renewed,refreshed.

 

Visions visit in thedarkness,

Become clear with lightof day,

Seek fruition once yourpassion

Fills the mind withclarity.

 

It is you who holds thespark,

Quick the human breastinspires

With vapory wisdom,reaching deep

To grasp at fleetingfantasy.

 

If only I could find yourlair,

Touch your secrets, darkand deep,

What untold wisdom couldbe found

To know the chamber whereyou sleep.

 

…Perhaps To Dream

Do I want?

Will I go?

Could it be?

Might I know?

In my sleep,

In my mind

Thoughts abandon

Fleeting time.

Rounding corners

To arrive in

Places where

Sweet hope survives.

Softly sliding

Into slumber

Where no fearful

Giants lumber.

Lying by her

Gentle stream

In solitude…

Perhaps to dream.

Hope

Lighterthan freedom on feathery ferns

Dancingon tiptoes in bright balmy breezes,

Higherthan hilltops on heavenly highways,

Hermountains, her valleys

Bothfilled with delight.

 

Bidme go forward,

Offerme comfort,

Fillme with confidence

ElseI should stumble.

Liftup the veil,

Placea kiss on my forehead

Makingme blush…

Keepingme humble.

 

Youngerthan springtime,

Olderthan winter,

Longerthan always and

Sweeterthan wine,

Hopefloods my heart with

Thelaughter of sunshine

Leavingall doubt,

Everysorrow behind.

 

Another Day

Gentlewishes…

Sweetair kisses…

Schemesand dreams and

Pony-tailswishes…

Air-brushedmemories,

Sodelicious,

Dareto take my breath away.

 

Tablescapes of

Comfortdishes

Floodthe senses

Withdelicious

Sweetsensations,

Boldtemptations,

Beggingme come out to play.

 

Outof scope…

Filledwith hope…

Danglingcarrot from a rope,

Tryingdesperately to cope with

Trialsthat try to block my way.

Knowingthat the prize awaits,

Evenwhen I tempt the fates,

Isee beyond the garden gates

Therelies another day.

 

It’s Time

Nomore watching

Nomore wondering

Nomore sad mistakes and blundering.

It’stime.

Thework may never be complete

Wrappedin ribbon nice and neat

Alllaid out at Fortune’s feet but

It’stime.

Timeto end procrastination

Timeto forego reservation

Nomore thought or hesitation.

Letit go

It’stime.

 

Dreamsare whispers in the wind

Somewhereup around the bend

Waitinglike a trusted friend

It’stime.

Timeto question

Timeto be

Timeto let the whole world see

It’stime.

 

To The Children of Saint Jude’s

Allyou ever have to do is look into those eyes

Anda million inspirations flood your soul.

Allthe hope and wide-eyed wisdom

Reflectedin a smile

Ofa child whose fate is destined to unfold.

Andyou see behind the curtain

Allthe pain that is denied

Asthey suffer to find hope and hold on tight.

Anotherday is another gift,

Anotherbattle to be won

Totake away the darkness from their light.

 

Surroundedby the ones they love

Andones who come to love them,

Givenevery hope there is to give.

Nofalse expectations,

Knowingall the odds,

Theyonly seek the opportunity to live.

 

Andmany here will overcome

Thedemons that have plagued them

Andleave to grow and fill their hearts desire.

Andthose who fought the valiant fight

Andlost their final battle

Areheroes in the hope that they inspire.

 

An American Dream

Iwake up every morning, rub my eyes and ponder

Onthe wonders that the day may hold in store.

Knowingthat the truth is there to stare back in my mirror

Andthe challenges that wait for me just outside my door.

Robinswatch me drive away to capture new adventures

Justbefore the sunrise trickles in

Tochase the moonlight’s beams,

AndAmerica comes back to life

Withbanners raised and hope revived

Andskies unfold as multitudes go looking for their dreams.

 

It’san American dream

Whereevery wish can come true

Andthe weak can be strong,

Youcan right any wrong

Andyour faith can shine through.

AnAmerican song that is just as it seems.

It’sa song filled with hope,

Asong filled with joy

AndAmerican Dreams.

 

Heavenloves an optimist,

Andglory waits for those

Whobuild their hopes and dreams on faith and peace and love.

Ibelieve with every breath that this great land is over-blessed

Withthose who get their guidance from

Apower up above.

 

It’san American dream….

 

If Heaven’s Not Out There

I’mnot really sure that Heaven exists

Inthe way that you hear it described,

Streetspaved with gold,

Pearlygates open,

Anda book where my name is inscribed.

Billionsof angels in white robes and wings

Lookingdown at the people below

Fromtheir place in the clouds

Wherelife is forever

Ina house where God cares for each soul.

 

Butif Heaven’s not out there,

Thenwhy am I here?

Hegives me hope to live in His light

Andto die without fear.

I’mtaking my chances.

Myfaith will be strong.

‘Causeif Heaven’s not out there,

Theneverything’s wrong.

 

WhenI was a child I studied His book

Andbelieved everything that I read,

Listenedon Sundays to teachers and preachers,

Soakedup the words that they said.

Tastedof life, lived through temptation,

Nowthat my race is near run,

Ihave to believe that the time’s getting closer

Tocapture the prize that I’ve won.

 

Butif Heaven’s not out there….