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Contents of Bryan's Head-Creative Writing of Bryan E. Hall, MPW
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some graphics-courtesy of Kim Hall
Selected Writing
by
Bryan E. Hall, MPW
Live your dreams
Live your dreams,
ecstasy mirage.
Live your dreams, illusive visages.
When you see
cobwebs in your memories,
decorating fallacies,
rippling o'er the clouds of mind.
Live your dreams,
intimate appeals.
Live your dreams, translucent images.
When you see
rainbows in your fantasies,
try to find the gold in these
multicolored friends, desires.
Live your dreams,
fantasies extreme.
Dream.
beh
6.21.91
I don't have dreams anymore
I don't have dreams anymore
They've been stabbed in the back,
Strayed from the path,
Subconsciousness lacks,
The longing and spirit
of future and past.
I'm dreaming of dreaming.
Longing to long.
I've lost the passion of thrill
The songs go unsung,
No valleys and hills,
The seeming and streaming,
Perception is real,
At least let me feel.
I'm dreaming of dreaming.
Longing to long.
Please open my eyes
to closing the gap
between harshness and fantasy
Spiritual lapse,
The floating and lilt
of an astral projection,
or even the love
of some imagined confection.
I'm dreaming of dreaming sweet dreams.
Longing to long for the love
of dreaming.
beh
5.7.95 (The Fourth Sunday of Easter)
The View I thought I'd lost
I found the view I thought I'd lost,
Of spirited Youth and pondering.
As simple as . . . darkness is light,
Disregarding the rules of the night.
Like I did as a boy,
Walking the tracks,
I couldn't see the end of the darkness,
but I kne"
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