Saturday, July 12, 2008

And I Dreamed It Was Real

















Not a day goes by that I don’t think of something of yesterday
Applying what I know to something of today
Dreaming dreams that only memory can envision
Such is a time of only indecision

And I dreamed I saw a man who had fallen
And I dreamed he was battered and broken
And I feel for that man every time I see him
Though he’s just a memory to me now

When I think of all the strife and hardship I’ve endured
You realize that simple things, should not be ignored
But I remember how it was and will not be again
Yes I admit that I submit, to myself be friend

And I dreamed I saw myself who had fallen
And I dreamed I had battered and broke him
And I feel from the pain, yet I dare to explain
Of a time of self destruction

Who and what we are, is what we do
Who and what you are is up to you
I am one who learned from my own discretion
Rather than curl up and die with no reaction

And I no longer dream this distasteful distraction
And I no longer dream of repeating my actions
For I am that man and the dream was real
For I am that man and I am here to reveal

By: Donald B. Dousharm

DEDICATION:

I was reading a story from a friend and thinking about my own experiences and decided to pull one of my poems for this particular post. When I wrote this I was living in the woods with nothing but nature for shelter. I used my hands and skills to create a safe haven for my dwelling. He has inspired me to quite possibly write my own story one day.

I would very much like to dedicate this poem to a friend. He has lived through a hell that only the experienced can describe in such detail. He is a Writer and a Human Being in the most profound sense of the word. I am proud to call him my friend.

Please read about his experiences in his own words.

The Hobo Days

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Out Of My World

Out of my world I find that its reality,
I never knew I lost myself to fantasy.

I hadn’t the time of day to waste on simple things,
Like family and paying such a price results in tragedy.

Out of my world I never saw the other side,
Stability, security was not a fact of life for me.


Why am I so blind, with a world of love outside my door?

Open it, step inside, step inside the world is all.

What are you to me escape to reality.

You want me in your world, but how do I leave mine?



Out of my head I find that I exaggerate,
Procrastinate; I never knew what I was doing anyway.


I never looked to see what I was missing most,
Pure insanity, productive yet compulsive vanity.

Out of my world I find that I have nothing
A negative, an adjective to describe an attitude

Why am I afraid, when all I have to do is open up the door,
Step out of my world and into yours.