Of Dreams and Passions

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I dreamt, and I live my dream today. Reality is wrong.

Dreams are real. With Tupac’s mind today I’m strong.
Deep into that darkness peering, I stood there long
wondering, fearing, dreaming dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before (then gave up the dreams I had)
to follow my passion, dream differently, fell to a different slumber, different dreams
And became an author, poet and well, ceaseless rambler of love and life.

Have a sneak preview of my article published on The Standard’s County Life magazine’s Literary Discourse column. 



Dreamers have been around as the universe
Things dreamed of coming to pass, others not
And so did Martin Luther King, Jr.
Give the world the masterpiece of dream.



Jack Kerouac chirps, All human beings are also dream beings
Dreaming ties mankind together (ethereal or not)
There are those who look at things the way they are
and ask why… I dream of things that never were
and ask why not; Robert Kennedy’s wisdom.

We all have dreams. But in order to make dreams
come into reality (and cross the streams)
It takes an awful lot of determination, dedication
self-discipline and effort, the brains of Jesse Owens.

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney 

Following is the full article.

Best Friend

In the afternoon of this day, Elizabeth’s Buick and Val’s Honda were in the garage. I cursed the senseless fiend for invading our privacy. The front door was locked, so I used the back door. As I entered, two floral bikinis caught my eye on the sunbathing decks at the swimming pool. Soft music played in the house and I was immediately aroused.
Halfway up the stairs to the bedroom I heard low soft moans and whispers. The door was ajar.

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