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Weary Dreamer
Weariness is never weak
When you ponder life's intricacies,
Ever something more to seek
When seeking long past subtleties.
And so I speak, words unbound
Flying free, like bats in the trees,
With every phrase and uttered sound
I reveal more than some ever see.
If I weary in my weaving
Of verses that have many meanings,
It is because, thus undeceiving
It is difficult to create gleamings.
For dark is the world in this age
Where fear seems rampant around,
As innocent hearts fill with rage
And courts pass judgments unsound.
I will speak as is my want
Finding in every word new worth,
For ideas are an abundant font
A source of light on this sad Earth.
More must find the courage so
To create a change in every heart,
Challenging all winds that blow
From fools who know not true art.
Better to a dreamer become
So that we can remold all of reality,
In ways that can never be undone
Before mankind is no longer free!
It matters not what others think
We are what our hearts so desire,
No matter how deeply I may sink
I will not be lost to any hateful ire.
A weary dreamer I may be
But not ever too weary to create art,
So that my words all may see
And in my small way, I do my part!
I am not alone, there are many
With wills as strong as mine remains,
Who still possess great dignity
And a mind to end humanity's pains.
When you ponder life's intricacies,
Ever something more to seek
When seeking long past subtleties.
And so I speak, words unbound
Flying free, like bats in the trees,
With every phrase and uttered sound
I reveal more than some ever see.
If I weary in my weaving
Of verses that have many meanings,
It is because, thus undeceiving
It is difficult to create gleamings.
For dark is the world in this age
Where fear seems rampant around,
As innocent hearts fill with rage
And courts pass judgments unsound.
I will speak as is my want
Finding in every word new worth,
For ideas are an abundant font
A source of light on this sad Earth.
More must find the courage so
To create a change in every heart,
Challenging all winds that blow
From fools who know not true art.
Better to a dreamer become
So that we can remold all of reality,
In ways that can never be undone
Before mankind is no longer free!
It matters not what others think
We are what our hearts so desire,
No matter how deeply I may sink
I will not be lost to any hateful ire.
A weary dreamer I may be
But not ever too weary to create art,
So that my words all may see
And in my small way, I do my part!
I am not alone, there are many
With wills as strong as mine remains,
Who still possess great dignity
And a mind to end humanity's pains.
Published 25th Jun 2022
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25th Jun 2022 1:39pm
A very interesting and powerful message from the truth of the spiritual soul I can relate to this piece of liquid gold 🙏👊💪
29th Jun 2022 4:25am
I glad that you enjoyed reading it! And that you found it relatable too. Thank you for the praise of the poem.
30th Jun 2022 10:01am
29th Jun 2022 4:30am
Ah! One of your latest works I see, my love. And such a great work too, as yours always most definitely are. This is something we both have in common, dearest Cami, we are both dreamers and sometimes weary ones at that. The world can sadly have that effect on true artists, at times. But this poem is filled with a great deal of hope, and not just for artists but for all. Brilliantly written, and beautifully thought through! I love it. :)
29th Jun 2022 6:58am
It is making me happiest of all that you adore my poem, great Kara! I know how the world make you feel sometimes. We feel the same of it, and so this poem is for you as much as I wrote it for myself. It makes my heart glad, that you love my writings! Even more, that you love me. I only a humble keeper of the old ways, but you always have shown me your favor and having favor from one who is divine, that is rarest of all.
29th Jun 2022 7:21pm
12th Jul 2022 10:26pm
Very well said! And most true... this is sentiment that all artists and poets and writers, and singers and musicians too, can all understand and empathize with. We all make art from dreams, in one way or in another, and sometimes it can be tough to be an artist. But worth it!
13th Jul 2022 4:02am
What dreamer is not weary in this world? Yet we continue to dream just to spite those who would keep our spirits down! This poem is fantastic, Camilla. Simply... fantastic! In the extreme. I just had to click the like button on it... this is definitely one for poets everywhere to savor.
