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Dreams
Like most Americans, I used to worship the God of your American Dream. But today, my dreams are bigger than any constitution constructed by man. Bigger than any wish that can be bought with money. Bigger than any freedom that can be won by war or through politics. Bigger than any belief that places one man or one group of men above others. Bigger than any system that allows one man to eat gluttonously while another starves to death. Bigger than nuclear bombs and war for oil. Bigger than the profits of the oil companies and the prison industrial complex. Bigger than the injustice of justice. Bigger than the fear that prevents us from chasing our dreams. Suffice it to say, my dreams are enormous… yet possible… even probable..
Dream Killers
There are no statistics
to keep track of how many dreams
are murdered daily
there are no reparations paid
to the children whose dreams are
stolen and replaced by hopelessness
there are no apologies given
for taking their beautiful smiles
and turning them into distrustful frowns
there are no peace offerings made
for the tragedy we’ve created
by not believing in them
there is no cocoa butter rubbed
over the scars left by the mental rape
that was forced on the bright futures of tomorrow
there are no words
to inspire them
to keep trying
no hands reaching out
to lift their dreams
off the bloody floor of despair
no welfare
to help get their dreams
back on their feet
no “Love-Support”
to provide nourishment
to their hope
no ears
to listen to their ambition,
without judgment
without unwarranted advice
without pouring a bucket of water
on that fire that burns from the deepest
crevices of their soul
there is no empathy
to feel their pain,
or encouragement
to help get them through the storm
that always precedes success
there is nothing,
all we offer are cages
to place their dreams in
a wheel
for them to run on
until they collapse
from the frustration
of not getting anywhere
discouraging stories
of the people who tried
and failed like they will,
if they foolishly ignore
the flawed logic we use
to convince them that their dreams are
unreasonable
unachievable
unreachable
…and when WE speak, oh –
we, being their family,
their friends,
the ones they share their innermost fears
and most sacred desires with
when we speak,
we crush their spirit
under the guise of love,
love,
…because we love them
we fear seeing them
experience the hurt
of failing to achieve their dreams
fear,
…because we fear
we steer them
down the safe path to nowhere
and advise them to be more like us
try,
…because we never tried
we believe it’s better
to safely avoid failure
than to boldly pursue possibility
listen,
…because we listened
to the Dream Killers who came before us
we perpetuate the cycle of
Killing Dreams
there, are no statistics
to keep track of how many dreams
are murdered daily
there, is no barometer
to measure how bad it hurts
to have your dreams killed in the name of love
…but believe me,
death is far less painful
than life without a dream
Life, Dreams, and Happiness
When I was young I always believed I would have a successful life, which at the time meant a good job, fancy cars, a wife, kids, and all of the usual trimmings that Americans use to define success. With all of those ambitious plans it never donned on me that my life would be better than I ever imagined. For that, I thank my faith and the quality relationships that I’ve built with family and friends of all ages and all across the globe. Because of you, I’ve learned happiness is not about a high paying job, or a house you buy, or a car you drive, or a something that you marry into; at least not for me. For me, happiness is simply something that you are.
How can you not smile when your life exceeds your dreams. — Sean King
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