The Impossible Dream

The Impossible Dream

A Poem by TTBoy28

 

I dreamed the impossible dream

a dream that almost made me doubt

 that I could decode its meaning

and when I scrambled the letters

  "me rad" appeared before my eyes

and I realized I could do whatever I wanted

 to

All the members of my dream welcomed me

 and invited me to all sorts of events that I normally

 would not accept had I not fallen and bumped my

  extremely large head

As I walked toward a door with psychedelic wallpaper

 I released my escort because I still experienced fatigue

But instead of remaining with me

 a finger was placed on my forehead

  and I was asked if I wanted to go back

And I said, "Yes," without thinking

 of which event I would again attend

Then

 but for a moment, I floated in light

 and awoke to light

They all welcomed me back with tears and

 smiles and laughs

My heart was warm and the glow flowed

 down my torso into my groin

  and my scrotum felt great

   even in its flacid state

Young, hung, and full of cum

 why was I so dumb

to try and enhance and sustain my size

for pleasure

Though my doctor engaged in the event

 I sponsored

  I realized blue was not only my flavor

   or my color

A recharge is necessary for everybody

 That was the lesson my escort taught me

  without urging me

I was not spent in my dream

 but in reality, I will cultivate my talent and

  make it grow on my own accord

Hearing God's name

  shouted even upon rooftops

 as I take that journey

 

© 2010 TTBoy28


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Wow! this is awe inspiring...It also messed up my head lol
Love it...great stuff TT........ I really enjoyed it....

Posted 14 Years Ago


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TTBoy28
TTBoy28

Atlanta, GA



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The truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..

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