CONTROL YOUR DREAMS.<br />
<br />
Dreaming and thinking are the same.<br />
But each has its own dimension.<br />
Controlling both has been my aim.<br />
And my ongoing intention.<br />
<br />
I learnt so quickly as a child.<br />
How to control my dreams.<br />
For in real life I was defiled.<br />
And no one heard my screams.<br />
<br />
Through dreaming I escaped the fate.<br />
Of many of my peers.<br />
Through verse I’d like to illustrate.<br />
Those fears from younger years.<br />
<br />
When I was young abuse was rife.<br />
We saw it everywhere.<br />
War saw no value in a life.<br />
And no one seemed to care.<br />
<br />
Adults came home brutalised.<br />
So brutalised their own.<br />
Although it seemed uncivilised.<br />
They brought their problems home.<br />
<br />
War demands aggressive ways.<br />
The enemy to show.<br />
The harvest of those wartime days.<br />
Was what I came to know.<br />
<br />
All the beatings and the pain.<br />
Might have broken me.<br />
But I learned a little game.<br />
That helped to set me free.<br />
<br />
I split my body from my mind.<br />
My thoughts would drift away.<br />
It’s this technique that I still find.<br />
Is helpful still today.<br />
<br />
It mattered not what people did.<br />
Or what they said to me.<br />
For in my dreams I ran and hid.<br />
And there I stayed carefree.<br />
<br />
In dreams the problems of the world.<br />
Were taken in my stride.<br />
In dream world they were all unfurled.<br />
And nowhere could they hide.<br />
<br />
In dreams it seems there is no pain.<br />
And problems are all small.<br />
There is an air of sweet refrain.<br />
And I control it all.<br />
<br />
I love that time of in-between.<br />
When sleep and wake will merge.<br />
It is a dreamer’s perfect scene.<br />
Where creative thoughts emerge.<br />
<br />
I can hold on to this state.<br />
Of floating animation.<br />
I can guide my dreamer’s fate.<br />
By my anticipation.<br />
<br />
My dreaming is original.<br />
Where I can think things out.<br />
Just like the aboriginal.<br />
When they go walkabout.<br />
<br />
The British did not understand.<br />
They simply could not cope.<br />
No way could they control dreamland.<br />
It was a forlorn hope.<br />
<br />
There is no place for bullies there.<br />
My dreams will keep them out.<br />
The world out there is my nightmare.<br />
And nothing to shout about.<br />
<br />
I sort my problems one by one.<br />
And have the ways and means.<br />
There’s nothing I can’t overcome.<br />
When I control my dreams.<br />
<br />
If I no longer had my dreams.<br />
I would not want to live.<br />
For dreaming is my life it seems.<br />
And life’s what my dreams give.<br />
<br />
Many others in their time.<br />
Have utilised their dreams.<br />
In art and science, wit and rhyme.<br />
We see the dreamer’s themes.<br />
<br />
I would urge you one and all.<br />
To use your dreaming well.<br />
So that one day we might all fall.<br />
Beneath that dreaming spell.<br />
<br />
B. Withers 2011<br />
<br />
<br><br>
<br />
Dreaming and thinking are the same.<br />
But each has its own dimension.<br />
Controlling both has been my aim.<br />
And my ongoing intention.<br />
<br />
I learnt so quickly as a child.<br />
How to control my dreams.<br />
For in real life I was defiled.<br />
And no one heard my screams.<br />
<br />
Through dreaming I escaped the fate.<br />
Of many of my peers.<br />
Through verse I’d like to illustrate.<br />
Those fears from younger years.<br />
<br />
When I was young abuse was rife.<br />
We saw it everywhere.<br />
War saw no value in a life.<br />
And no one seemed to care.<br />
<br />
Adults came home brutalised.<br />
So brutalised their own.<br />
Although it seemed uncivilised.<br />
They brought their problems home.<br />
<br />
War demands aggressive ways.<br />
The enemy to show.<br />
The harvest of those wartime days.<br />
Was what I came to know.<br />
<br />
All the beatings and the pain.<br />
Might have broken me.<br />
But I learned a little game.<br />
That helped to set me free.<br />
<br />
I split my body from my mind.<br />
My thoughts would drift away.<br />
It’s this technique that I still find.<br />
Is helpful still today.<br />
<br />
It mattered not what people did.<br />
Or what they said to me.<br />
For in my dreams I ran and hid.<br />
And there I stayed carefree.<br />
<br />
In dreams the problems of the world.<br />
Were taken in my stride.<br />
In dream world they were all unfurled.<br />
And nowhere could they hide.<br />
<br />
In dreams it seems there is no pain.<br />
And problems are all small.<br />
There is an air of sweet refrain.<br />
And I control it all.<br />
<br />
I love that time of in-between.<br />
When sleep and wake will merge.<br />
It is a dreamer’s perfect scene.<br />
Where creative thoughts emerge.<br />
<br />
I can hold on to this state.<br />
Of floating animation.<br />
I can guide my dreamer’s fate.<br />
By my anticipation.<br />
<br />
My dreaming is original.<br />
Where I can think things out.<br />
Just like the aboriginal.<br />
When they go walkabout.<br />
<br />
The British did not understand.<br />
They simply could not cope.<br />
No way could they control dreamland.<br />
It was a forlorn hope.<br />
<br />
There is no place for bullies there.<br />
My dreams will keep them out.<br />
The world out there is my nightmare.<br />
And nothing to shout about.<br />
<br />
I sort my problems one by one.<br />
And have the ways and means.<br />
There’s nothing I can’t overcome.<br />
When I control my dreams.<br />
<br />
If I no longer had my dreams.<br />
I would not want to live.<br />
For dreaming is my life it seems.<br />
And life’s what my dreams give.<br />
<br />
Many others in their time.<br />
Have utilised their dreams.<br />
In art and science, wit and rhyme.<br />
We see the dreamer’s themes.<br />
<br />
I would urge you one and all.<br />
To use your dreaming well.<br />
So that one day we might all fall.<br />
Beneath that dreaming spell.<br />
<br />
B. Withers 2011<br />
<br />
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