Lucid Dreams Poem by Dave Alan Walker
Lucid Dreams
A ricochet of thoughts
running through my head
in these lucid dreams
I've always Had
Thoughts of the living
Thoughts of the dead
all merge together
leaving me not knowing
who is alive
and who is dead
When I wake up
the thoughts come flooding back
as I see the bruises
where they grabbed me and said
don't go back
Only then do I know
who is living
and who is dead
I like this poem, it is very meaningful, and the writing is excellent. Great Job!
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The line between the conscious and unconscious is thin, but vital. Lovely work, I really enjoyed this.
awesome really gr8 work... choice of words are really inspiring.. thanks for sharing
Carl Jung once stated: Life is a luminous pause between two great mysteries, which themselves are one. I believe you have touched upon that here; where we're from, where we are going, where we are. Good poem.
Ricochet dreams do reflect the mat6ters by dreams.Who is alive and who is die. Only death is killed then the discrimations become great. I am cheung shun sang or call me cauchy3. i come for your previous calls. Thanks for the attentions.Good lucks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 10:27:04 PM # 1.0.0
Dreams often seem so real until we wake up. Dead v alive, real v unreal. Good poem.