ONE OF THOSE DREAMS

ONE OF THOSE DREAMS

A Poem by Brian Kraklau

colors of all different patterns, rushing up and down, left and right, a verb is only a word, thats all why should it be understood, everyone has their own meanings of their own words, believe it or not, my face will age before it is discovered, and i will die before i know it, maybe this should just come out but you have forgotten, I am a liar, who really cares, i fall asleep watching the waves lightly tap on the side of the boat, and slip into another of one of those dreams.

© 2010 Brian Kraklau


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When I read this what caught my attention was not the dreams you had but "a verb is only a word". Odd that you'd think that when where I live a verb is what you do, and what you do defines every single thing. Ironic? I thought so. I'd love to have the dream of relaxing in a boat and just listening and experiencing that. Good job =) Keep it up.
Rain

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

Las Vegas, NV



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just another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..

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