i've had many dreams, i'd describe as prophetic, ie in a sense they came true - but i've never dreamed about my mother dying, though i've fantasized about it, often - does that make me an evil and wicked person, or just the same as everyone else alive?
remember watching star trek as kid, in black and white, with william shatner as kirk - talking into your phone, beam me up, it's a torch, it plays music, it turns on your coffee machine... solyent green a prophecy, as things are, sadly
This poem was inspired almost instantly after reading a reply to my earlier poem. It was Allets who commented and offered me advice quoting her own life experiences with friends and company. This poem "dawned" as if divinely and here it is for one and all to read, understand, fathom and comment. It is three more days to October but this poem reflects my present days, evenings and even nights. Life is indeed very lonesome for a sensitive poet like me. No doubt about it. Only God can shower His mercy and bless me with some more true and loyal friends and a faithful beloved woman. My feelings here are not meant for argument or debate. I am a poet and I have written how I feel in my poem above. Feel free to review/comment.
