Dream Poetry Visions
Dream Poetry Visions
First Day

Today is the first day of the rest of my life

What will I do and who will I be

When will I remember everything I have done

One part of a great mystery I do not understand

I am happy sometimes a little lost

Other times completely utterly confused about meaning

Giving up fighting how I live without compromising

Ideals thoughts feelings inspire me to keep going

Poets artists dreamers remind us that there is always something more

Beyond what is more being giving up illusions and desire

What I am or will be certainty and uncertainty

Relative to my world beauty and truth mix into one reality

Why I accept separateness I do not know anything

Except I am alive thinking and feeling

Soul understands more than self hope will

Guidance from within focus a conscious light

I love everyone and need their help and company

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Queen - Under Pressure (by queenofficial)

The Beatles - All You Need is Love

Patti Smith’s Letter to Mapplethorpe (by rabbitearsmedia)

Swans - Love Will Tear Us Apart (1988) [HQ]
l sYou’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
Carl Sagan (via misswallflower)
I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray G-d grant another love you so.

Alexander Puchkin (via res-extensa)

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(via arielnietzsche)

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.
Pablo Neruda (via 0rgasms)
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Neil Gaiman (via iammortalwombat)
When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.
Anaïs Nin (via danseurs)
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.
Arundhati Roy (via the-iridescence)
Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth.
Benjamin Disraeli (via humanformat)
It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
E.M. Forster (via ruineshumaines)
When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.
Neil Gaiman (via salveo)