Wandering through streets
Through the tattered landscape of iron and glass
Through the montage of memory
Forming as a vision of tomorrow
Through daily prayers
Of common ground and shared psychosis
Of alienated beings interacting
Within life and dreams of better days
I know out there, somewhere
In the vast databases of the neon-horizon
In the clothes of the oppressed onlookers
In the paralyzed genes of distant lands
Awaits a vision of light
Awaits the resurrected being of creation
Pulsating like a glorious flood
Of melodic prophesy
I look up to the moon
Uncommonly bright tonight
And see the animal in mankind
Looking back
To the ground below
Right through me
Like a laser-guided realization
Of what may or may not be
I wonder of the streets at night
And of a world
Exchanging a fantasy of real experience
Happiness and horror
Like a field of broken glass
Like a teardrop drowning
In a pool of blood
I am not so much concerned now
With how I can change the world today
But how I can succeed in changing
The dreams of tomorrow
"The Dreams of Tomorrow" are indeed the ones we should try and change, as it can be done with, love, care, passion, compassion and loads of understanding, so here's to both you and me and any others who desire, in succeeding with the changes. Truly enjoyed Jude :)
I wish I could convey, Robert, how much I like what I read here at the Den sometimes...I'd make a lousy critic (a blessing I think). Odd quirk, a poet that can't find sufficient words to praise a work they enjoyed, but I truly enjoyed this.
Reviewed by Nila Jamier (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2005
"I know out there, somewhere
In the vast databases of the neon-horizon
In the clothes of the oppressed onlookers
In the paralyzed genes of distant lands
Awaits a vision of light
Awaits the resurrected being of creation
Pulsating like a glorious flood
Of melodic prophesy "
powerful visuals and assesments.
Robert this is suberb and I agree with Judith I think this is from your soul and mastered by your heart. Well done.
Felix
Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2005
hey Robert, tht is so interesting to change dreams of tomorrow then, considerig its probably birthplace now, would not dreams arise from now ?, the current quasi status quo, oh maybe there is a hidden stream, forgotten, Al
Robert, this is spoken through your Soul... and it appears you've left the Old behind you. The Dreams of Tomorrow... yes! That is what keeps my creative juices pursuing emergence. This poem inspires me (happiness and horror like a field of glass...) ... What a Gift you've given us.
I love this juxtaposition of solid, perennial, urban image against the backcloth of ephemera. The future of mankind is shaped by the formulation of vision that focuses human activity and galvanises it forwards. Otherwise it can sometimes seem like we are sucked into the vortex created by "dead men drowning"... well-meaning, but powerless to help. A subliminal sense of vulnerability and danger here, I think, too: you see the potential for "horror", but major always on the "hope", which I like. Of such is the future of mankind made secure. TY Kate xx
Robert - I wish you the best of luck in accomplishing your reengineering of the human psyche. Without a doubt, your poetry is one very big step in doing so. The next is in getting your message out to a wider audience than the AD crowd of a thousand. Your poetry is always so remarkable. It always leaves me speechless. Well almost speechless. LOL... ~ Sara
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2005
I am not so much concerned now
With how I can change the world today
But how I can succeed in changing
The dreams of tomorrow
You are making a change. You may never know how, but you are being used. You touch lives and they touch other lives. This is beautifully written and thought provoking.
Reviewed by Ryan Kelly (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2005
Great write. I had the read the last part a few times,but finally I understood your meaning. I first read it with the mindset that what we do today changes tommorrow. Then I realized that it was not being concerned for yourself, but for our young. Again, nice write.
Forget walking those mean streets, get thee back to the beach and ocean and breathe in the oceans medicinal salt...or sewage, depending on the beach you do go too...Ed
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2005
But how I can succeed in changing the dreams of tomorrow. I think this sums up the whole poem.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2005
Hopefully there will be many tomorrows for we dreamers of a better dream. always enjoy your insights Robert.....
This is pointed and sharp, Robert and cuts through all the prattle to the heart of the matter. It is not all about what we can do today, but what we prepare for our children and grandchildren that will ultimately change the world and the heart of man; we must each be part of the subtle changes or all of mankind will parish from the earth. This is an incredible write! Solid verses with lots of great lines.
Take care,
Sherry
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"The Dreams of Tomorrow" are indeed the ones we should try and change, as it can be done with, love, care, passion, compassion and loads of understanding, so here's to both you and me and any others who desire, in succeeding with the changes. Truly enjoyed Jude :)
warm hugs
Elga
Ron
In the vast databases of the neon-horizon
In the clothes of the oppressed onlookers
In the paralyzed genes of distant lands
Awaits a vision of light
Awaits the resurrected being of creation
Pulsating like a glorious flood
Of melodic prophesy "
powerful visuals and assesments.
Felix
With how I can change the world today
But how I can succeed in changing
The dreams of tomorrow
YES!! Brilliant write Jude. Profound thoughts.
Love Tinka
Great poem and aspirations the ACE..
William .....Peace
Take care,
Sherry
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)