Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Dreams

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They come on silvery wings

Dancing into our unconscious

And entertaining our sleeping souls.

Some may dwell on slaying dragons,

Some of power and wealth,

While some of solidarity trifle.

The goddess of the REM

Smiles on those who greet

Her and embrace her mantra

“To sleep perchance to dream”

……Of momentary death.

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Written by barryr22

April 5, 2010 at 9:36 am

Posted in Poetry

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