The Age of Today Dream Vision/ Four Poems

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What will they say?

(a hundred years from now) about the age of today

in my dream, I appeared on earth as bitter-sweet fruit

Human I was, with evil and sin (the beast within)

I had to touch, to feel it

When I was young, I worked every job they had all thirty-some!

An era that has passed for good never to return The old oaks, cornfields, and creeks, (sunfish), and mothers cooking pork-steak with beans, never to return

Ive loved many in my life disgusting as it may seem

not sure why, nothing was accomplished just erotic flings

But time has had it toll; my eyes are weak my bones are dry the part of my unused brain has stored up too much salt and pepper [often called: pain

But I was human when I appeared on earth descended from the sky and like most folksI loved, I cursed, I lied

Its funny how dreams can seem to be so much like real life

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Earth Ticket

I dreamed I was a machine made on some far-off planet

and planted here, on planet earth. (We dream, weird-dreams, do we not.) I cant remember much, only that it was my time on earth (impoverished, rich, it didnt matter, I had my earth-ticket in my hand.)

I knew what I am for, no need to ask (perhaps the ignorant or suffering may) but it seems obvious to me: to become a member of the faith (to believe).

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The Scribe Listened

When I was born, I had a

Feeling (premonition) I asked for earth, and got it.

And I learned somewhere along

This journey of journeys, To be confident (not entirely)

But I suppose that comes from

A feeling of abandonment! But then, Christ fixed that With faith (did He not)

I spoke to God later on in life

To angels and even demon, With pale white wings

How fortunate were my days

Here on earth to have had time To mold, learn and change.

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The Witness

I told myself what I was meant to be (in a world that could careless

if I was, or was not) what I was meant to be was not a piece of driftwood,

or a lazy silent-stone.

(why should I debate or argue this, I asked myself((inside my dream, now shrinking))

Born to bear witness (to Gods glory, His story):

life and death birth and pain light and dark love and hate and to acclaim: there is no mystery!

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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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