Dreamer Of Passions Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers black panther

Call me a dreamer, call me an idealist I want mass appeal I am a dreamer. As I think my muse is heavy unclear clever. I fall asleep my dreams are plenty STARLIT! Glistening! Seems vivid my contemplation deep! Near daunting. I seek the best of bounties STEEP! until I wake to count the trophies that I keep. I refrain from
Conscious tidings or else be accused of sleepless sleep and JADED SCHEMES. I am a dreamer LISTENING. to the pattering of raindrops as I sleep I dream of peach orchards and fields of violet blades of grass I dream of platinum sashes ample samples stashes of chocolate candy canes and tasty Carmel treats I seek the finest shores of the PLANET! untouched Islands GALORE! I dream of immeasurable measures of TREASURE TROVES and other mundane riches never told. Warm paradises spectacular SURPRISES I am the keeper of my dreams I an a dreamer of raspberry kisses and purple passion wishes I dream of AWARDS COPIOUS APPLAUDES