falling asleep has never been too much of an issue for me,
but waking up I often seem stuck, and still dreaming.
most night's sleep is riddled with chaos, serpents, and bad deeds.
I am often not in my own body;
even upon awakening, I am caught
in the turbulent emotions that they leave.
every once in a while, though, a true love visits me.
staying just long enough that I awake happy, complete, and at ease.
it's an amazing feeling, lingering ever so lightly.
I've heard that dreams are a form of neurological processing.
helping us deal with our stress and life experience.
this makes me feel fortunate, knowing every bit of my body
is constantly working to help ensure that I am the best version of me;
even while I am sleeping.
though perhaps at times disappointing to see.
it gives me more than hope.
knowing my foundation has been laid with these mechanisms.
I am encouraged to continue growing.
and, we often talk about manifestation...
---
our forefathers built this land based on just a notion,
a dream, at times a nightmare,
but with ideals that continue to stand for over 200 years, unwavering.
now, not everything discussed at the constitutional convention came to pass.
some good ideas were tossed out,
and some less meaningful found their way in.
like dreams converging or a brainstorm,
the firing of neurons,
surging from various sensory inputs,
at times overwhelming,
fighting amongst themselves for space,
for useful thoughts,
on how to deal with the external stresses and
personal life experiences of their time.
the final draft was nothing short of exceptional.
a labor of love, for country and man,
a pathway preserved to the American Dream,
that we are all living in.
at times it is not so sweet,
many of us lack picket fencing,
but the freedoms guaranteed are as ever much needed.
mechanisms were created that enable the document to keep breathing,
a light lingering that provides a sense of security,
staving off chaos, and educating against bad deeds.
the thing about freedom is:
we are all responsible for our communities,
who you choose to become,
and each choice that you make
carrying with it repercussions;
like waves on the sand, or pebbles skipping across the lake,
there are ripples left
and no one but you can ensure their structure and beauty.
---
perhaps one of the most important amendments
was that in regards to our voting.
a way to raise our hand, use our voice,
free our speech from our chest and cast out more ideas
on what should be law-abiding.
this great power came with a great responsibility:
to know what the fuck it is that is getting talked about
knowing your own needs is most important,
but, understanding others' is no less.
with each swing of the pendulum, we find ourselves closer to division.
our education must be rounded out, we must think outside our box.
with or without fencing this is our home, our house,
our neighbors, our self.
myself unable to control the needs of internal nightly suffering,
I try to spend my days in a more controlled state of dreaming.
lighting fires to carry hope into each evening.
creating totems for myself.
so when I awake I know this is the dream I am creating.
a beacon for others who might need the encouraging.
a reminder that our life is of our own making.
but waking up I often seem stuck, and still dreaming.
most night's sleep is riddled with chaos, serpents, and bad deeds.
I am often not in my own body;
even upon awakening, I am caught
in the turbulent emotions that they leave.
every once in a while, though, a true love visits me.
staying just long enough that I awake happy, complete, and at ease.
it's an amazing feeling, lingering ever so lightly.
I've heard that dreams are a form of neurological processing.
helping us deal with our stress and life experience.
this makes me feel fortunate, knowing every bit of my body
is constantly working to help ensure that I am the best version of me;
even while I am sleeping.
though perhaps at times disappointing to see.
it gives me more than hope.
knowing my foundation has been laid with these mechanisms.
I am encouraged to continue growing.
and, we often talk about manifestation...
---
our forefathers built this land based on just a notion,
a dream, at times a nightmare,
but with ideals that continue to stand for over 200 years, unwavering.
now, not everything discussed at the constitutional convention came to pass.
some good ideas were tossed out,
and some less meaningful found their way in.
like dreams converging or a brainstorm,
the firing of neurons,
surging from various sensory inputs,
at times overwhelming,
fighting amongst themselves for space,
for useful thoughts,
on how to deal with the external stresses and
personal life experiences of their time.
the final draft was nothing short of exceptional.
a labor of love, for country and man,
a pathway preserved to the American Dream,
that we are all living in.
at times it is not so sweet,
many of us lack picket fencing,
but the freedoms guaranteed are as ever much needed.
mechanisms were created that enable the document to keep breathing,
a light lingering that provides a sense of security,
staving off chaos, and educating against bad deeds.
the thing about freedom is:
we are all responsible for our communities,
who you choose to become,
and each choice that you make
carrying with it repercussions;
like waves on the sand, or pebbles skipping across the lake,
there are ripples left
and no one but you can ensure their structure and beauty.
---
perhaps one of the most important amendments
was that in regards to our voting.
a way to raise our hand, use our voice,
free our speech from our chest and cast out more ideas
on what should be law-abiding.
this great power came with a great responsibility:
to know what the fuck it is that is getting talked about
knowing your own needs is most important,
but, understanding others' is no less.
with each swing of the pendulum, we find ourselves closer to division.
our education must be rounded out, we must think outside our box.
with or without fencing this is our home, our house,
our neighbors, our self.
myself unable to control the needs of internal nightly suffering,
I try to spend my days in a more controlled state of dreaming.
lighting fires to carry hope into each evening.
creating totems for myself.
so when I awake I know this is the dream I am creating.
a beacon for others who might need the encouraging.
a reminder that our life is of our own making.