Dreams Lived

Now it has came to me to have this to say,
So come to me and lend me your ears
Let me fulfill my destiny.
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Dreamed and foretold by me
That the day would come
When words of wisdom
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Mixed with entertainment
From my mind would tell
A story well worth hearing.
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I saw myself back then,
Even though I could
Hardly spell a word,
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A wordsmith crafting
My tell with pin and paper,
But it was the computer
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That brought the dream alive.
What with its spell check
And grammar checking ability
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I only have to get close
For it to suggest
My way home.
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I lived a lifetime
Not just learning the words,
But the feeling that
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Brought them to life
With the color of my past
Breathing in the pain and pleasure
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Hinting at the boredom
And despair
Like light and darkness
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Bring forth not only
All shade of gray
But the rainbow
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That is spread before us
Every time there is a storm
Repeating to us a promise
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That I paint in words
And throw to the winds
Of the Internet.
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Like petals of my mind
Carrying some seeds
That just may find
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Some lodgment
In another mind
And sprout and grow
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Way beyond
The dream I held
When I spew them forth.
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Ah, the audacity
Of my dream
That another could find
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Wisdom or entertainment
Within any words of mine,
For I see the great
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Talents spread before me
With their works
Sold in books
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Put into the movies,
And shown on TV
Every day of my life.
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How daunting it seem
That I could
In any way compare
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But in the most
Unfavorable light
Of those bright stars.
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But yet I am driven
To try,
To string my words
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Into what poems,
Stories, and instructions
As my mind can conceive
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And sent them out to find
What audience they may
Even though it may be
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Naught more then
Whistling by the graveyard
As I make my way to the grave.
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Rexx