In all dreams
there is a bright fondness of things
from our memories,
and those whom we love

Light to light and in kind
the dreaming heart will follow

spirit full and souls
with all that once was and will be
whom we are now with later

Every life as One
cosmic dreaming tree,
stars sparkling
with in deep infinite's
space
of sleep

not death no breath
but just like revisiting

a house or an embrace
of first loves / a home

All the times / together
a quiet place called
perfection

where & when & whom
we all get to know
"cheers to recollections"


To the masterpiece
of every brushstroke

that is where all
                             our dreams must go...

Girl with the gray eyes,
Girl who trips over her words,
her pretty dead stare-

Blue eyed boy, shy, coy,
he grabs her when she stumbles,
he loves when she stares-

Nice weird nervousness,
strange electricity pours,
static, when they touch.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Today I saw a man
He was sitting by the road
I couldn't see his face
But, his feelings...well, they showed

All of his belongings
Were beside him in a cart
I wanted to approach
But, my feet just wouldn't start

Today I saw a man
Picking butts up from the street
I crossed the road to pass him
And our paths, they didn't meet

He was searching in the gutter
For tobacco for a smoke
I didn't venture near him
Just in case he spoke

Today I saw a man
Sleeping in the park
It was early in the morning
It wasn't even dark

He was covered with a jacket
With a paper by his head
He slept just like a child
He looked like he was dead

Today I saw a man
In fatigues and baseball cap
Saluting at the cenotaph
I felt my heart fall to my lap

He saluted ramrod perfect
As just a soldier can
today, I learned a lesson
Today...I saw a Man