Sad Dreams

Sad dreams are floating through my mind of some better time Bad schemes coming from the unkind are ripping at my heart detuning the harmonious resonance of mutual admiration. Returning to the bliss of childhood enthralled by the sublime Hoping the graces of existence soothe us as angels impart the woeful and dreary with a message of consolation. Disrespectful innuendos blaspheme common dignity fabricating the prognosis of an unequal counterpart. The imbalances of an atmospheric catastrophe bring no rhyme to our galaxy breeding opposites with no intention of affinity. The imposition of strident dissonance disconcerts the prime positivity which cradles the warmness of reciprocity. Titillating the demonic caressing the lion-hearted to bombard the callousness with lusciousness to full expectation. Taking the initiative daringly boisterous to freely guard the aspects of expression to further sentimentality overloading the heartless with strange peculiarities. The pugnacious pundits of propagating separation will suddenly remove their position of inflexibility and rejoice as they reach fruition with emancipation. This is my desire with an ethereally brilliant aspiration to enthrall all compatriots to view into the future to safeguard the pleasantly smiling infants who garnish our lifetime. Each waking hour will be blessed as we gingerly climb to the pinnacle of self-nourishment and realization. Shedding our surroundings with blossoming possibility will warrant the reawakening of personal illumination. Nevertheless mumbling over the present belligerent tragedy will further the reappearance of our sad dreams and bedtime is dominated by Morphian nightmares and evil spirits so unsteady. Imagining the warlike monstrous dilemmas coming to rise maritime tides to overflow und submerge us with their iniquitous strategy. We stand in the wee hours squealing in ultimate torture demanding for conscious awareness for a proper order not accepting the absurdness of the properitors of contentious crime. From the loving arms of mothers we have within our nature the pureness of purpose with a fantastic fantasy and a grasp of reality. Please I beg and pine for them to amend their bad schemes and to concur with the commonplace masses and the naturally benign. Painting a picture of helplessness and a false flag of irresponsibility has twisted our perceptions and has sacrilegiously sacrificed humanity. We challenge their story of hatred and perpetual besieging to sign a treaty of sobriety recognizing the frequency of normality and the basic needs of common rights of every simple voyageur. The falsification and concoctive measure of a poorly written novel will become self-evident as we all ignore the incorrigible. As we hold the truths of the sages like a lighthouse before the sinister they must whine like injured lambs for mercy in search of grandeur. Witnessing the ramification of their abominable atrocity they will convert like Bonifacius and hope for forgiveness as a devil. Being someday aroused from their sad dreams they will surely revel taking back from the human race their impervious disinformation allowing our thoughts to flourish into the distinguished und understandable. The oversight of our ancestors will heed the reflection as our oval ball continues to orbit in our solar system, a golden section so incredible. Endowed with an ultimate perfection we interrupt their bad schemes devoid of any convincing worth as a sumptuous buoyancy we impel. Liberated from the grip of ignorance with a rational analysis of sad dreams we bestow mankind with an instrumentation of plenitude quite imaginable. Our anima is gifted with perseverance and filled with self-esteem. Reaching to the stars is our ambition with a good demeanor for on this Earth we dwell.