I closed my eyes and began to dream,
My mind escorting me to a better place;
I imagine a time that I could be free.
A time where I could be alone,
No one to bother me and no one to see;
To see the pain masked within.
I woke up in another time, in another place;
I was no longer myself, yet I still looked the same.
I was wearing a crown of gold, and a robe of silk;
I found that I had grown a beard - quite handsome on its own.
I looked around to see my surroundings,
And saw that I was on a throne; who was I?
I was myself and yet I was not,
Alone in a land so far away.
But where were my subjects at this time?
It seemed they had gone away, I was alone at least;
It seemed that I was here, dressed as King but without my subjects.
I was the Lord of naught, The King of fools and the Duke of the dumb.
I was my own servant, my own Lord;
Alone was I, no longer a friend in sight.
I knew that I had to wake up, but instead I was there,
And so I found that my dream was just as bad as all.
Author notes
Well hopefully this is what you wanted - this is a poem for the contest 'Step Outside Yourself' by Almighty Aphrodite.
This is written by Jeffrey De Cola (Me) on September 12th at around 12:35 AM ET.
Written September 11th, 2006
A contest entry
- Step Outside Yourself by Almighty Aphrodite.
400 points, ended October 4, 2006, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This poem was so amazing. I loved it. it has such passion and emotion. It's just awesome in every way. you are a really talented poet and i admire all your work. even if this is the first or second poem i've commented on. lol.
keep up the awesome work here. xo kandy.
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Thank you.
Thank you for reading, and then commenting ..or did you comment THEN read?!
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lol I read it than commented. If some of the stuff i said didnt make sense. dont mind me. I often do that, lol. but i do read all poems b4 i comment on them.
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I was joking.
I do suppose commenting then reading would be interesting, but still, 'tis was a joke.
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Wow so creative
I love the way you were dreaming in to a land of your self. For no other one there but you. A trip to in to your mind of loneliness. For even when you dream you are alone.You need to find that special place to make your dreams come true and come back amongst the living. You did an amazing job on this write. I had to read it twice. I felt the sadness and the loneliness in your write. (Lisa)
"But where was my subjects at this time?
It seemed they had gone away, I was alone at least;
It seemed that I was here, dressed as King but without my subjects.
I was the Lord of naught, The King of fools and the Duke of the dumb."
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Thank you for commenting, I really appreciate it when people comment, however I usually don't reply. Although I thought I should mention that I do feel little in the giant scope of things, afterall I'm but a fly on the wall of the windshield of the world. I tend to dream of better things but I got to thinking and would life really be better? I have come to realize that life always has downsides, even in television shows the heroes come against odds, so I mean why would a dream be any different? We cannot escape lifes' reality, even in our dreams, and don't get me wrong I'm not trying to sound "dark" but hence the title -- even in dreams reality waits for us.
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How desolate it must feel when even in your dreams you have no one to admire you. I've felt like that often, and it hurts a great deal. The poem definitely fills the reader's mind with imagery that will make them feel abandoned and lonely. I have to admit, "king of fools" and "the duke of the dumb" does hang on the ears, reminding the person in the dream that their importance means little to the outside world. If this is how you truly feel, my condolences; however, I hope it is only a write to you, as it can bring the spirit low.
Thank you for your entry to the contest, and best of luck to you.
Many blessings,
Raven Aurora
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Very nice piece here... i like the imagery here, and the flow of the poem... great work.. good luck in the contest, and as always, write on,poet! Jay
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I really liked this, if flowed, yet was not forced, which is always important, the imagery that this poem oozes is really like WOW, great write,
Romanee
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