Lady, I’m a dreamer;
I’m looking for a dream.
Have you seen one?
It was beautiful, this dream:
Brown eyes
And white skin.
You know how,
Waking from a dream,
It seems so real?
Waking from this dream
Seems all the “real”
Is just so pale.
Am I sleeping?
Now I’m just a dreamer;
Looking for a dream.
Have you seen her?
Amazed, enhazed,
In dreamy daze
Mouth open I
At end of day’s
Struggle sit
In vacant way.
The seconds flow
Like static snow
Twitching past
My present “know”
As dozing eye;
Back aching low.
In fog of brain
Through muscle’s pain
The Gareth semblance
Stays the same
Despite my fear:
“I’ve gone insane”.
Don’t fear the future:
Anticipate it;
Don’t try to guess it;
Look forward to it.
See the best in everything in your future. Don’t look at the down sides of things yet to come- be aware of them yes, just don’t emote with them. Fearing the future encourages procrastination and choosing activities with less potential reward and more potential security (e.g. chilling in bed instead of whacking on some tunes, showering and tidying your place). Who cares if normally tidying is a chore, make it fun (with the CHOONS) and a sense of come-what-may-I’m-having-it!
Anticipating, in the sense of looking forward with positivity on your future activities encourages engagement on your behalf. By looking forward to it, when it comes you are ready in your mind to go for it, and we already know that by going for it with something you get more out of it, because you’re not looking for opportunities and then actionning them, you’re in the actionning state of mind and opportunities will be acted on before you have to tell yourself to jump at a chance- you’re already jumping, just pick a landing site 
I stared out at the boats on the sea;
Sparkling like dew on the grassy waves.
Their shining sails shimmering in the suns glimmer.
I rode along the stony shore,
Eyes turned distant towards the ocean.
Liquidly her smile displays;
Trembling her affection,
While the river of my dreams
Percolates through her,
Unbeknownst.
Shimmering yet,
The sunlight
Frames her face,
Through her golden hair
Doe, a beer, a mexican beer,
Ray, a guy who buys me beer.
Me, the guy, I buy beer for,
Far: a long way to the pub…
So! I think I’ll have a beer,
La…la la la la la la!
Tea? No thanks I’ll have a beer,
In fact I’ll have a doe, doe, doe…
If you would love me,
Be you man or ma’am,
Then, please, could I ask you:
Love me as I am.
Love me not,
As what you might wish
And pray, love me not,
As a dream.
You can love me
And leave me,
Or ask me to change;
You can say I’m too short
Or too tall.
But if you don’t love me,
And all that I am,
Then please,
Do not love me
At all.
Hoes for the garden,
Hoes for the home.
Everywhere that I go,
God knows
I need a hoe.
Glowsticks shine,
And MCs rhyme.
My eyes burn
With fervor.
Sick rhythms make
The dancers take
Every breath
As if it were their last.
The lights shine down
Our iridescent crown:
A blistering aurora
Of hardcore sound!
Words run dry,
A barren field.
A stark, bleak,
Wasteland of inspiration.
Why inspire, aspire, desire?
My life a pyre,
Of childhood’s striving.
The thoughts tumble
Through me
Like raindrops,
Pattering.
Splashing my dreams,
Like a watercolour.
Life and dreams conflate,
Into hope’s lack, fizzling.
The sodden wreath
That adornes me
Sinks atop my brow;
A tarnished halo.
My Lifestream
