JFASTEREFT MODERN IMPRESSIONIST POET

“WHAT DREAMS MAY COME!” December 18, 2017 (Monday)

a.k.a.: “NO!”
a.k.a.: “I Don’t Wanna Hear That – Tell Me Something Else, OK?”

a.k.a.: “Yes, Pain Comes! Do Not Worry About It – For IF There Is Too Much, THE GOOD LORD (L. O. L.) Will Make You Just Pass Out! Life Sucks, Doesn’t IT? Or, Maybe, It Is GLORIOUS BEYOND MEASURE – We Choose – To Live Or Die. Is There An Instruction Manual Around Here?”

a.k.a.: “IF I Am Sent To Hell, I Am Liable To Come Back With A Report, An Analysis And A Problem-Solution Recommendation! Dang Me! 🙂 ”

a.k.a.: “A Love Letter To LOVE: [Dear Love, Please Just Shut Up And Be Mushy!]”

{from a dream:} A woman is running down the street! She’s in a dream – BUT – It’s NOT COMPLETE!

She’s carrying a baby in her arms, And the baby’s dying, with no alarms!

I cry and cry and cry some more,

And let the feelings really floor

ME – Put them DEEP,

Must-avoid the stress,

Forevermore –

Switch Address!

And go to REPLAY or OPTIONAL END,

To see

Another

Dream, My Friend!

In THIS one, baby DOESN’T die,

The tyke grows up and learns to fly,

Yet, in the dream, results are SAD,

I AM NOT saying that they’re “bad,”

But BABY, as adult – INSANE! Beyond ALL notions of humane!

Baby learns to kill a lot – Of creatures, people –

Things get HOT!

A-serial-killer Baby Becomes! or filled-with-disease!

SORROW NUMBS!

So, this scenario – is pretty grim! for baby AND mama –

Let’s CRY FOR HIM!

And US and THE WORLD – This World MUST cry,

For ALL scenarios (pause)

By and by,

In This World, so sorrow filled,

Let’s take our pick – We’re ALL so willed!

We’re SO reluctant to accept – THE NOW

Because –

UNPLEASANT THINGS,

some how,

OCCUR – with each outcome we see!

So, IF all options are known to me,

Will I not pick the one THEY call

“2 Evils Lesser,”

I recall:

A man, a cross and BLOOD

A LOT –

With jeering over-some-mama’s TOT!

Feeling terror that her son, is dying UP THERE – not much fun!

But-Jesus-and-baby-“open-her-eyes,”

AND SAY THIS THING:

“I’m SURE to rise!

We’re pawns of stuff that’s going on,

This life’s a Mystery (long pause – like an eternity maybe)

MAY-YOUR-TEARS-BE-GONE!” 🙂

fin. ❤

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