a dream can be

Outline: part of study of fear, the rythmn need a couple of read through's
a sort of clipped staccatto rythmns best sort to use
try like a chant

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A scream can seem, to be obscene,
a dream.... or just a whimpered cry,
A cry..it seems...,
when heard within, our dreams
or danger do we spy,..Yea
and whimpered afore we die,

But yet.... you get,..... or let,
beget
one just and only chance,

I'll say.....one day..., someway
you'll say.....,regrets......, forget,
or let, them ever lay in debt.
So let or ....fetch them back
from out side to within.

Then my freind.. begin to borrow steal or
blend..again the pain..the stain..ingrained
When the ends of memories all are siezed,
you'll then remember all achieved.

Fears and doubts, for now, revealed,
spilled out with out a shout..or scream..
it seems..the scheme or dream of care..is rare
so unfair.

Its darkness black as as night..
so bright that light, is lost within in its sight,..
so right..in fright that all is screened with themes...
its seems...

You will find, ....that kind,
of lack of normal, Sight, So`right
You might,.... delight
In teasing fate, to late..its death,
thats left...bereft,..yet so get...,
Reliving all your dreams.

Tomorrows..sorrows..are here today it seemss
poor cow.. how now ....never will it,
ever go away,
To some, one day.. I say
Some ones bound to say,...
Okay ,one wa..y
He was.
A very well liked lad,... not bad,...
..but sad,
all cracked up..insid......e his embittered head,
was led...And bled... by thoughts...
his dark side said were true,
all wrong so wrong.. hidden deep far to long
also twisted corkscrew true, just like.
His broken heart,..
apart and all shriveled up inside.

The dark,... Side was now his only view,....
Some knew, the pathway that he trod,
A plod, the sod was deep and stuck like glue...
he knew his view. But ....Uncertain of what comes next,
the text, infects....All of those who read,

We need... the seed ,... the few..Who knew .
A new review for sheep the lamb the Ram,
Now dammed ...A life reserved ,to die.
I’ll try..to cry and why rely on that mystic chant,
recant,to late,
I’ve gone and, sealed my fate.


The way ,heard say... .
is marked out plain and well,
By candle book and bell,

I’ll tell..you now..just how...
To show and tell,them all..the call..for more,
They say, is just as true today..so hey..
I'll stay..today, tomorrow be on my way,
..come on..do wrong don't be long, its gone
and come undone, my son my song..
Has gone far too long,
on a pathway straight to Hell,...

Do tell, me How, the bell,
That ringing in my ears,...The tears,...
Of fears, of Burning for all time ..
The crime, was now't..but doubt,
about..that true love was that unkind we find ...

the blind are near sighted to the extreme,
the theme is dreams of eternal life