Dreamers

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by : Bacardi Gold
09/march/2023

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when no dreams are left to dream
no roads to tread and shadows to follow
no hints of footprints to trace and track
a calm sleep tonight is hard to wish for
will the sunrise wake you up
and greet tomorrow with a wooden smile
a star-gazer in an angry sky tonight
delaying chances is another time wasted
dreams don’t speak when and where to begin
dreamers wait for hell to freeze over

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My needed wings

by : Bacardi Gold
09/oct/2022


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sometimes i forget who i am
always thinking that i could fly
the afterthought of having you around
is getting stronger when i look into the sky

sometimes i just want you where i am
always feeling that death is nature’s crime
i feel my wholeness and being complete
chances are, with you i could not die

mornings are dreams yet to come
each daybreak, what would it bring
two of us i see out there flying
let it be you, my needed wings

among the clouds i can see no boundaries
time has discarded its own set of limits
errors and flaws were deemed as fallacies
all when you became my pair of wings

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Great Moments

by : Bacardi Gold
09/aug/2022

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fly me to your dreams
to a world of fantasy
take me into your space
nearer to the stars

let’s make some memories
to light the dark edges of our minds
let’s drive our emotions high
and make our bodies collide

with my tongue, my name on your skin
plant kisses on your face
together we’ll connect the lines
experience truth as what nature designs

now we’ll hook the moon
so it won’t travel far
great moments of pure emotions
waiting for the birth of a new star


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The pink lily

by : Bacardi Gold
10/june/2022

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in the shallow lake you thrive
with colorful and delicate petals
marvelously you rise up to inspire
in sparkling hues of pink ruby and sapphire

for poets you’re a seductive metaphor
in the thick of mud surviving in dreams
beautiful as you are derived
from the ancient Greek myths of nymphs

legions of races love your glow
an attraction in the water kingdom
a mythical nymph in the creek or pond
you’re a spirit living the life beyond…

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It’s raining again

by : Bacardi Gold
29/july/2021

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it’s raining again
all my pillows are drenched in pain
in my bedroom, in the kitchen
my thoughts are raining in chain

bring all the clouds down
so i can see the sun again
and in the night of my hurting
i can see the moon passing
running in my dreams

just touch me
just feel my skin
and i’ll be raining again
with LOVE, with LOVE

catch me warm with your embrace
kiss my lips, make me ablaze
strip me bare and celebrate
in time the rain will fall again with LOVE…


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Dusts of Rain…

by : Bacardi Gold
01/feb/2021

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dusts so fine settled in my mind

floating as light as my soul

by the wind’s painful cry, it was blown



of little worth as they seem to be

burial ground of decayed bodies of creation

ashes to ashes, to dusts you will return



the medley of sad and happy dusts

like the clouds
from anywhere
they came

adrift in the sky, dark and heavy, to fall as rain




if i was the cause of the pains in your heart

sobbing eyes that shed a million tears

time has given the chances to heal

the rains have fallen, the skies are cleared

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Weapons of “war”…

by : Bacardi Gold
18/Dec/2020



My nights don’t wish
they only serve choices

My dreams don’t narrate fantasies
they deliver only realities

My realities are my dreams
done in the days where
there are no victims
only conquerors and victors

Who knows how to weave a dream?
a dream liked by the weaver to happen…
then, strength and persistence to succeed
are weapons of war indeed…


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Full Moon

by : Bacardi Gold
03/Nov/2020



far-out silhouette of life
moving from place to place
backdrop of the silent moon
reflects the joys of a gala night

roar of day suppressed to quietness
as the deep of darkness advances
the moon proving to be in power
increased its brightness to full

littered with magic at the horizon
as time begins to show its direction
earth has displayed all its edges
space has swallowed all its dreams

dark portraits gazing at the moon
as the tree stood as a watchtower
sights of life that are clinging on
reveal how one another survives




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Castle…

by : Bacardi Gold
11/Oct/2020

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take your wings and fly
to the summit of a cloudy sky
lift your spirit and together you must try
the showers will hide an imminent cry
take your words in flight
when your dreams deny
when the limits of asking is too high
then realization will bring light
it’s time for a change
pick the perfect shade of rays
not the overcast or somber
the one just suited for your sight
not the one that’s very bright
for your dreams will go blind
build your castle on the ground
you can never build it in the air…



Tony A. comments on “What’s the meaning of my dreams”

Is it unusual to make a post out of a comment from a confidant? This concerns about the images during my sleep. I am a little bit distracted about the causes of those images . Why that kind of images in succession was created in my mind as I was at rest.

Last week, I wrote about my dreams and at the last part of the post I ask if there’s anyone who can interpret scenes in my dream. Tony A. was the one who made an “in-depth analysis” of my dream. He replied intelligently about the images that appeared in my dreams. He acted like a psychiatrist, scientist, and a fortune teller at the same time. (smiles) But thanks to him, he was right. His interpretation was exactly what I was thinking everyday after all these months of the pandemic. Here’s the portion from my post last week for those who were not able to read the part:

Scene 1 :

The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. ………I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing.

Scene 2 :

In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. He was a little bit concerned where I was going.

Tony A. :

Here is Tony A.’s analysis :

“The queue outside the church represents the work and social connections of the society you live in. The ‘too gentle’ advice is you accepting you don’t fit into the pattern. The link with your brother -in-law shows you have a desire to travel and leave your present environment but have no definite plans -hence the look of concern on his face.”

I find his dissection of the scenes correct. The interpretation was precise. In anticipation of my desire to return to the big city was a big obstacle for me since I keep on worrying when it would be possible. Since the first lockdown in the country was imposed, I have already spent months in the province. And that’s what I’ve been thinking of. In addition, I really miss travelling inside and outside the country. One trip has already been cancelled due to this virus pandemic.

Tony A. nailed it.

Thank you, Tony A.

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