#and in the magical world of dream land i had a drive thru window

[elibeeline]

Its 'i woke up too early and fell back asleep and had a crazy dream' day 🙃

[greetingsfromcleveland]

Cleveland Poetry

Street of Dreams Did you press the fallen flowers From your sister’s wedding shower Tucked inside your secret book of dreams Do you recall the fateful hour You escaped the dragon’s tower And petals floating on a moonlit stream Now you walk the streets forgotten Alone at last and misbegotten And cry yourself into a fitful sleep The visions fled while you still sought them And hope sank to the blackened bottom Of a stormy ocean’s quiet darkened deep Do you recall your first footfall thru daylight’s broken beams? Did you weary on your journey to the street of dreams? Ancient icons cast their shadows Time drifts by from daily matters Deafened ears await the silent word But silence is all that beckons To a course that can’t be reckoned Demons guard the gate with flaming swords Forced to steal what you can’t borrow From the clockwork of tomorrow Papers rustle on an unwashed floor And for all your unpaid sorrows Broken heart and hidden horrors Still you cry there should be something more Do you recall your first footfall thru daylight’s broken beams? Did you weary on your journey to the street of dreams? bruce alan grossman MORE YOU MIGHT LIKE The Chess Song The field’s divided eight by eight From the first brave pawn Until checkmate ‘Til the pieces Are set up again It’s not how you play the game It’s how you win Life is divided by me and you Where would one be If not for two Until the world Is created anew Where would I be If not for you The mind’s confused by black and white It’s just an illusion To tease the sight It’s not where you start But when you let go It’s not who you are But how you know And this is this And that is that And that is That is That is all we know bruce alan grossman Sustainability 1) If it weren’t for exchange/The material rearrange/We wouldn’t, couldn’t be/Not a knee would remain/Let alone a brain 2) Man devours the earth/But returns it through his waste/To dine again/Upon the same/There’s no arguing about taste bruce alan grossman Nova Express Driving down the horrors of the corridors of the undead It’s just another working morning So the D.J. said Broken windowed warehouses Fastened in the gloom Above, a church’s spear-like spires almost hidden loom Scattered down the streets Battered corner stores Sell beer, wine, and lottery The magic of the poor Beggars sit in squalor Safe from April’s rain A feast of drug store caramel corn Relieves the body’s pain While nobles blest of spotless caste To special privilege born Toss their dimes of charity And human feelings scorn Heading toward reward On a drive to success Sometimes I feel behind the wheel Of all this excess And too far down the road Sometimes I feel beneath the wheel And too far down the road A region without hope A city born to bleed In castled glass by a poisoned lake Ancient timeless spirits half in frenzy feed bruce alan grossman The 20 B Hey! How you do? I’m a working slob Too dumb to steal, too proud to rob Stuck inside a nowhere job I got some bills to pay I got some bills to pay At least you know I’m off the street I live to work, I work to eat In the land of MacDutch Treat I’ve got to get away I’ve got to get away You know the girls they don’t cry for me When all life’s best is also free I just stay home and watch TV I got to keep ahead I got to keep ahead At least, they say, you got your health You’re always rich, just count your wealth You’re never alone even if by yourself You could be me instead You could be me instead Hung on the horns of my own history On the road to an endless destiny Somewhere between birth and dark eternity I’m still riding on the 20 B The sun’s goping down We’re all leaving town The chaufeur’s here for me On a diesel cloud I join the waiting crowd Into obscurity I’m still riding on the 20 B bruce alan grossman Awake! Awake! You’re nothing but a blue coated undertaker And your corpse Is screaming for its maker You preserve yourself With human alcohol Deep inside yourself You’re lifeless as a doll Whose head you stuff with the straw of imagination Whose nothingness Is your measure of frustration Whose plaster cast Is a mushroom white death ‘pall Whose frozen lips Somehow say it all Awake! Awake! The love you take is the love you have to give Be free! Be free! and you will see the life you have to live Come outside don’t run and hide Breathe the open air Chase the wind and you will find the answer waiting there You’re Prometheus without any fire But your limbs Are still fastened with strong wire To a ragged rock Crows circle over head And don’t it feel so good To pretend that you’re dead For all your friends gathered 'round and weeping And all the time Your rigid soul is just sleeping Till years pass As if but a bitter dream And can you guess What does all this mean? Awake! Awake! The love you take is the love you have to give Be free! Be Free! and you will see the life you have to live Come outside don’t run and hide Breathe the open air Chase the wind and you will find the answer waiting there bruce alan grossman Chuck’s Diner (for K.C) Inside the land of toast and jelly Cold fountains stream And plates are plenty He found her there looking almost empty And five is ten and ten is twenty He felt just now that he was sorry She had grown And he felt lonely For once she was his one and only And five is ten and ten is twenty He said my dear I’d like a coffee And take your time There is no hurry But his best smile could not hide the worry And five is ten and ten is twenty Why are you here she answered curtly Just sit still I’ll be there shortly And what you say please say discreetly And five is ten and ten is twenty He sat there still feeling slightly guilty She came at last to do her duty And filled his cup tho almost trembling And five is ten and ten is twenty What music have you purchased lately The words were wrong But he felt stately As if to say I know you hate me And five is ten and ten is twenty With such small words you ask for mercy Who cast me out And tried to hurt me When from my heart you took so freely And five is ten and ten is twenty And five is ten and ten is twenty There’s more to life Than counting money For only she could call him daddy And five is ten and ten is twenty bruce alan grossman