I've had dreams, so strong , so powerful,

they are now deeply memorised,

Dreamt of being in country's far far far a way,

Of friendships deep some yes of sex , some times eavan makeing love,

of meaningful conversations of those who've past out of this life to wear I cant say,

dreams of conversations with the great and the good, and the greatly bad it has to be said,

One scary dream I had , I was a soldger , drest in a trench coat, rifile point to

the front , running , running bullets ping all around me , trench cote bounseing

all around me , as the bullets hit , tore , put in holes , on a charge , mouth all

dry , all alone ,no one with me , on I ran in a charge of one , against whom , no

idear , the stench of cordite in my nostrils , all alone was all a lone was I fear I

tasted , in my mouth , tong all dry swollen with both fear and thirst, eyes balls

bolgeing , all a lone all a lone am I , I charge on all a lone in the nightmare , of

my night , all alone , into the enemy (?) trench I reach, I wake my self up , to

scared to dream on any more.

Maybe I have out of body experances , my spirit , you may say my soul tavels,

I for one am more choosy of what I read while I eat my chese toasty

sandwich before I sleep!!!

Ken D Williams (THE DYSLEXIC POET)

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