Dreams of America


I'd ask you ...beseech even

(If we're applying poetic format)


To desist with the culling of my dreams


I have them safe.

They are the focus of all my nurturing 

They huddle for comfort these days

In some far off mental plane

Some thought-locked "once upon an eon"

Having run from the threats that torment.


They are wind clipped

From persistent battle

And so

I would make as evident

As a preacher in a porn shop


Quit pawing over my dreams

They are not for sale

They are mine

You are ruining them

By belittling their worth


Let me re-adjust my eye mask..



Hi ho Silver...Away!


(For Crying out loud Tonto...keep up)



Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2016-11-03 at 00:04

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May your dreams all come true. I enjoyed reading this, and may all our dreams come true as well.