Come Out And Dream

A Spoken Word piece I did about my life and views of it.

It's another quiet night, just a quiet anything 

but a dream 

night.

Dreams for me are like falling when dancing, 

motionless

and

not light as a feather, more like stiff as a board.

Children's games, 

like Chutes and Ladders.

But I'm no feather and I don't see wings. 

Isn't that what flies?

even if I could in my dreams there's no skies.

I wake finding it's still a dream.

So I think dream big,

But I'm no giant, even if I was I can't say what kind I'd be.

Maybe a gentle one,

maybe a thunderous one living atop a bean stalk in the clouds.

But I don't like to think about clouds and birds that fly,

Cause after all in my dreams there's no sky.

No sky...

Dreams like this are good for contemplating why.

I could detach my head and look inside, but what could I find?

What is it I think I'd hide?

More children's games, 

Hide and Go Seek.

It'not fun when no one counts except you 

and

it's not fun when you're the only one that hides.

Time to go home it's getting dark,

but oh yeah, there's no sky

My dreams are fragile things.

So I show great care.

not to break them,

not to hate them,

and not to think to hard when I see no sky.

But I think, 

I think maybe I'm a little depressed.

Maybe I'm repressed,

It may be I think too much.

And then again maybe not enough of myself.

There's still no sky when I dream, no clouds.

I still walk, I won't run.

What if I fell into that absence in the air above.

Absence like an abyss of thoughts I might reminisce.

Don't reach too high, there's no sky.

I won't jump, no one wants to hear me scream, 

I might even cry.

After all my dreams have no sky...

They say if you don't dream you're dead inside.

They say dreams are a doorway to the soul.

My dreams are a locked door and my key slid itself under,

yes slid itself; why would I lie.

Because I thought if I lie there long enough I could reach my key.

But opening that door holds nothing for me.

After all what would there be?

A Pandora's Box of quiet things or perhaps echoing misery.

I'm not sure, but I tend to think,

it won't be a sky.

No sky, no just a parade of alibis I tried to live by.

A spinning sound that rings in my ears with the force a hammer pounds.

More children's games like,

playing on the Merry Go Round 

and

Ashes to ashes we all fall down.

Maybe I'm just a little too down, 

maybe I get on myself that way too much.

Maybe.

There's still no skies, 

I think it relates to all the times my mom cried.

Me.

This cause and effect, my dreams a movie they won't let me direct.

Direction I often lacked, I'm sorry she cried...

I just pretended to leave and that was all,

I wasn't going to get very far though,

My heart's a wall.

A wall I won't stand on top of,

bricks leading to emptiness.

There's no sky up there, I so easily scare

and

this is a dream so I don't dare, but I do care.

I care that I should be able to dream a little more,

should be able to think a little less.

I shouldn't be such a mess.

These children's games I can't play, they won't let me play.

I won't let myself today, probably not tomorrow either.

Happy or sad?

In truth I am neither.

I make my dreams and there is no sky.

Children's toys like G.I. Joe and Cobra commander.

Playdough,

I can't build anything but I'll play though.

But they won't let me, those dreams with no skies.

Those dreams so unfair.

It's not the dreams I won't share,

It's that

I'm truly...

my nightmare...

Author's Note

Thoughts, opinions, and critique please.
I will eventually be attaching the actual spoken word version.

Reviews

[Nestor Gonzalez]

damn man this is poweful stuff i like it alot,
Dreams like this are good for contemplating why.
I could detach my head and look inside, but what could I find?
What is it I think I'd hide?
More children's games,
Hide and Go Seek.
It'not fun when no one counts except you
and
it's not fun when you're the only one that hides.
Time to go home it's getting dark,
but oh yeah, there's no sky

My dreams are fragile things.
So I show great care.
not to break them,
not to hate them,
and not to think to hard when I see no sky.
But I think,
I think maybe I'm a little depressed.
Maybe I'm repressed,
It may be I think too much.
And then again maybe not enough of myself.


my favorite verses,i also like the repetition of the "there's no sky" it gives it a musical feel to it i can imagine a nice classical piece going to this building up to the,I'm truly my nightmare" resolution after a massive build up very well done :]

[unsavable_soul]

Thanks again Nestor,
I still have to put the recorded spoken word on here, but I am hesitant due to stage fright. I always think I will trip up when reading it. I am pleased that you enjoyed this.
Sincerely
Christopher

[Nestor Gonzalez]

NO THANK YOU kind demon creature thingy (whatever the hell that picture is supposed to be ? o.O) haha,you could always re-record if you happen to trip up,but just put yourself at ease relax in whatever fashion you find most soothing and clear your brain it'll come out great :]

[unsavable_soul]

Ha,
It's a jester out of a Michael Parks painting. I'll put up the original in my photos soon. I am going to attempt it tonight, so we will see.
Chris

[Lee Rhodes]

You're poetry is lovely and has a great sense of orinality to it! I really loved reading this and I think I'll check out more :)

[unsavable_soul]

Thanks Lee,
I think all poetry is original if written from the heart, doesn't mean it hasn't been said before though. thanks again for the support.
Sincerely
Christopher

[Mother Maggie]

In this poem, I see a modern day 'everyman'. A workingclass soul who wakes up goes to work--shouldering burdens that yield little reward. We trudge the proverbial ratwheel--not waking, not sleeping, not dreaming, barely breathing--the sky for 'everyman' is gone--the dream for 'everyman' is gone and he walks the wheel waiting for death--for escape from the nightmare our beloved corpocracy have bequeathed to us...

[unsavable_soul]

Ever beautiful,
I love your reviews, you wrap yourself in the piece like a favorite blanket. You try to let everyone see it's warm out of the cold there with you. Thank you for putting so much insight into this.
Sincerely
Christopher

[Peter H]

my god this is very profound i read the entire thing and i could'nt help feel captivated by the emotions of your words , you riveted your reader in , your allusions to childrens toys and dreams were remarkable . i love also how you took the endless cliche quote the sky is the limit and you took away the sky so you couldn't reach your limit .in the very end the person in the poem was his own impeachment i loved this piece you had me captivated with this one

[unsavable_soul]

Thank you,
Peter you are too kind, I find I try for stuff like this but maybe manage it one out of every twelve pieces of work if I am lucky. I appreciate you conveying where this was profound to you. Your reviews are always honest and supportive. Thanks friend.
Sincerely
Christopher