Cosmic Dreamer Poems

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101.
Hearts Desire

I seek to find your hearts desire,
So I may set your soul on fire.
Lonely days once filled with sorrow,
The flame of love lights up tomorrow.
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102.
Love For The Sake Of Love...

Like a cleansing rain washing away all of life's indiscretions,
The child inside bathes me in a simple uncomplicated knowledge,
Rejuvinating my passion for the simple things in life,
That I may fianally see the wisdom that has stared me in the face,
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103.
Portrait Of Life...

Awakened to the rough sketch of another morning,
The birth of this new day but a canvass of new creation,
The pallette of life felt in every breath and sense I feel,
My portrait slowly takes shape as the day unfolds,
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104.
New Year... New Beginning...

In my descent into the depths of my own depravity,
Once more I grow tired of my new found profanity.
Drowning my sadness in a bottle I shall not miss,
For that road spirals downward further into the abyss.
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105.
Darkness...

The darkness inside beckons me,
A primal scream from my very core,
My heart weakened by the tears I have wept,
Candles drip tears of sorrow for me,
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106.
My Desire Cowers...

Can you read my heart? My passion spelled out,
Do you sense my thoughts? As I caress your soul.
Emotions and feelings that I find so hard to express,
Whispers screaming out in the silence invading my being.
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107.
Ignorance...

If ignorance ruled the world then all poetic thought would die,
For ignorance drowns freedom of expression in rivers deep,
Creation is the nemesis that ignorance shall strive to banish,
Words of wisdom shall be strung up from the tallest trees,
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108.
Shackled By Our Own Beliefs

My soul is like a caged bird of paradise,
For I long to glide once more in open sky,
To gaze upon the face of this earth and smile,
To breathe in the very essence of all creation,
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109.
The Fear...

Yet another blank page I see before me,
Waiting to be bathed in my words,
Emotions spill out like a fountain of feelings,
The emptiness scares me for what if I may not fill it,
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110.
The Tides Of Time

Stranded between the tides of time,
I ponder my very existence,
Why do yesterdays joys evade my grasp?
That fleeting sense of peace lost to me,
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