The Dreamer

Birthed in nothing, darkness consumed me. I am the cause of that pitch black night. Refusing the sun to shine through my eyes. Hope despaired, for none shall see. But in the flicker of it all, I’ll open my eyes. I’ll see that bright sunshine; my heavenly glory.

For I shall be that candlelight. A beacon from the depths of purgatory. Safeguarding your dreams as they venture into the light. Set firm your resolve to walk through the nightmare to see your goals. Become that dreamer!

As a dreamer, we must struggle to survive! Rip apart that night and be birthed in sunlight. Fight! I control the light, and until that dying day, no one may deny me my birthright! To see my dreams come through. So call me a dreamer!

The Dreamer By DK-ALF
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Tossing and turning between sleepless nights and cold sweat mornings. Afraid of the inevitable end. A brave fighter, willing to put my life on the line, but I can’t see my way through this. Hugging my knees, staring at my feet. The corner a bit too familiar. A contender contented? But judgement is coming.

Judgement day, like any other the sun was shining. Anxiously walking as anxiety piled on my nerves, a time bomb waiting. A touch could set me off. “Little boy lookout for that truck!” They shouted. But I just stood there in a daze. Bang!! “I think we have to talk,” she said, my response “I agree…” we each have to find our own wings.

Am I that eagle taking flight? The wind feels cold and lonely, I’m just doing my best not to start a death spiral. Hope appears in a familiar scent. The hunt is on and what’s needed now is the appropriate bait. My heart on the line and my emotions are tugging.

Soaring as two with comfort in the familiar? But slowly adjusting my balance, regardless of the stutters, I would be forgiven by my angel of mercy. My prop when I fumble, that signpost when I’m lost. But she could never keep me grounded…

Too much alike to truly know one another? The phone rings… A choice to be made. Am I that brave fighter? Judgement day again! A crisis underway yet the sun shines! The earth shakes with every step. My ears deceive me as the pounding increases with every breath. I’m afraid of what I’m about to do!

She can see it in my eyes! “Just speak,” she says… I’d rather die than hurt you. But these are the dominoes I have laid! Her heart my collateral; my soul forever tarnished. Brave again and a hundred times more, but I’ll never lay these dominoes again.

Dominoes by DK-ALF.

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I know the Brave

He stood there and watched the world turn against him; his back to the wall and his options limited. A few words could be heard, half whispered, “keep standing”. Though the words were shaky and you could see the hesitation in his breath. The chill that ran down his spine must have been worse!

But what we failed to see was that his fists were clenched! The mad look in his eyes as his muscles contracted; arms raised wide as if declaring to the world that he was here! It was not until we saw him inching his chin up, bit by bit, to reveal that proud smile. That smile dared the world to stand before him as his gate keeper. Block my freedom at your own risk was written on his face. The arrogance of it all, to dare the powers that be to begone!

We saw his strides and could not help to wonder the purpose? He took two steps and stopped as if only to answer a call and be seen. Followed by a yell that said “present and accounted”. We saw him clearly, in the face tyranny he stood. When threatened to be stripped of freedom he lifted his face in defiance with a smile. The would be betrayers towed the line with no option but to sit on that bandwagon. “How brave,” they thought.

Suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning had struck, echoes could be heard as chants of “we live for freedom and we die for it” were sung. A spark had galvanized the masses into action! One individual said no when yes was demanded, stood when the chair was provided and marched into duty when no less was required. So yes, I know the brave.

I know the Brave by DK-ALF.
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The End?

When do we stop? Where is the end? In the beginning, we must know where we end and how we end; so that we can hold steadfast to our beliefs when we encounter road blocks. We strive for brilliance but before that dawn, we shall struggle with that eternal night. Where our will must be all. It is the tension in our fingers as a fist is formed, the ripples in our muscles as our arm arches back, but it is that determination in our eyes as we refuse to shut out the light!

So stand, stand with me, as we go to war. We fight not for prizes, riches and honour. We fight so that we can live the life we want. We fight to live! We fight for that right!! Where you, I and my brothers are equal. Though the world may not see it, I tell you, I do and I know who you are. You are human, you are my family, my brothers and sisters. Yes, I know we are much more than that! But look at the whole and realize how much more you truly are.

Though in the end, my knowledge is limited. What I know is that you and I are not the grains of sand on a beach, we are not the waves that batter that beach, nor are we the ocean that carries the sand into the far reaches! We are more! More than the land beneath our feet, bigger than the mountains that extend to the heavens. Greater are we still when compared to the Earth that grew from a grain of sand into a planet. For we tread upon the celestial bodies. Yet we look millions of miles away and wonder if life is upon them? This is nothing more than a folly. Because they look upon us and dream to come here, to walk amongst us because they are us.

You are more than the grain of sand, more than humanity, more than a planet and still more than a galaxy! You are limitless and your potential is without end. So when do we stop and where is that end? We never stop because our dreams are endless.

The End? By DK-ALF
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The ancients would yearn for immortality. They would yearn to be remembered. To be immortalised, so that they would never be forgotten in the aeons of time. But aeons later we would evolve into immortality.

We created a space within space. A virtual world where we could live and never be forgotten. There our thoughts can be more than written but recorded for all to share. So worry not about being listed amongst the forgotten. Worry about how you will be remembered.

Mortality is a gift. It highlights the preciousness of the moments we share. The importance of the struggles we bear. Your time is precious, even if what you say will last for ever. But your time is also important, because what you say can last forever.

But now I will tell you something that should be common knowledge. Your soul is eternal. It is the everlasting character we share with our God. But this life is mortal. Our actions and deeds, recorded or not, will determine how we spend eternity.

Immortality by DK-ALF.
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The Wind

I’ve never truly seen her. But I’ve felt her hands moving across my cheeks. Her tender touches as she would wipe the sweat from my brow. Her gentle words blowing pass my ear. How insatiable she would be when I laid bare. And when her hands slowly glide over me, chills can be seen running down my spine.

Days when my temper flares and I’m burning with anger, her gentle breeze would keep me from buckling to my knees. My passionate nights would be unbearable without her. Her ever changing forms are so gentle and warm. My head spins thinking of nothing but her butterfly kisses.

Gently blowing through my hair. As if to reassure me that she would always be there. Though I may never see her, I most certainly feel her. Similar to faith, in believing in the things unseen. However, I’ll take it a step further by declaring I love her, the wind. When she hugs me I can take flight. I know her presence is fleeting, but in the moment, she is ever present. Faithfully by my side faithfully by your side.

The Wind by DK-ALF.
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Bury Me Then

Bury me when I’m dead! When my heart stops beating with the passion of life. When my world no longer struggles against the insidious currents of time. Bury me when my thoughts are content to worry, bury me then!

Bury me on that hill overlooking my loved ones. As they grow old let me fester there. Let these dry bones feed the watch dog that will forever protect the clan. His howls echo my determination and pride. Bury me there, under that dear moon light.

But bury me when I’m dead! When my soul stops. Because I’ve seen my dreams to their destination. Bury me after I’ve stood on that stage and stared down death! Bury me then! Bury me content, with a smile, having a laugh! Because you bury a man that have lived!

Bury Me Then! By DK-ALF
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Growing Heaven

In my youth heaven was small it was barely an idea, yet it consumed my all. It consisted of slopes, soft and supple. It’s reach wrapped around me; comforting and warm. I couldn’t wait to enter those gates filled with charm. Little did I know my heaven, still grows.

Hardly a man still I say “I do”. By one, my heaven just grew. Hugs and kisses with little baby wishes; each night a blessing to share. Nine months, eight pounds and three ounces later. I’m a man now! You can add father to my title. My heaven grew again, by one foot and 7 inches.

Empty nesters now, no more missing food or vanishing money. My little troubles have grown up; graduated to long term relationships. My princess a woman now. But like any dad, I gave him the look, at the alter. Be sure to protect her!

A little wiser now? But my heaven is bursting at the seams! “Grandpa, Grandpa come look and see!” I’m a lot busier even though I’m a little slower and maybe a little wiser. My heaven grew with me and I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Growing Heaven by DK-ALF.
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