Story: Dream
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So, this piece of writing I’m about to present was written almost ten years ago. One of my more proud moments in life because it was published in Voices Around the World. Considering my content is a bit prolific in the sense that it’s not precisely a heart pouring on the page, this one gets you thinking. As my over wordy English was translated into Spanish. There was a point in time when I contemplated what justified a dream, or what constituted as. In your opinion, what is a moral dream to have?
What a Dream Should be
Written: ??/2008
Wealth ascertains brawn, Darwinism, only given to the strong.
Unhealthy use of power gives wrong people authority, Wealth in today’s world is a symbol of prosperity.
Unfortunately, I’ve noticed all the rich children are buying drugs.
Dramatic increase over the years brings automatic fear that the cycle of import export of angel dust, will infest. Then demons will eventually become homeless on the corners of fifth and third.
No one mentions how they find this absurd
Wealth, a dream for those without it
A constant, reverberate ideal that leads humans to steal.
Wealth can take in, absorb
Wealth can flush out, extort
Wealth can go clockwise, everyone has it one bit at a time.
Counterclockwise, honestly I find it a toilet of fake smiles. Where at times ignorant people, with a diamond plated grill, go on and get to live in a large home. Get to go on with their lyrics of female assets.
Wealth in my mind, where I dwell
Is a cycle of sell, envy and jealousy
A fallacy of an American dream
My dream is for all those to believe in one symbol of their own,
Self — Esteem
El Sueno Perfecto
La riqueza reafirma el poder
El Darwinismo otorgado solamente a las Fuertes
El uso insano del poder dota la autoridad a la gente que no lo merece
Desgraciadamente, veo a ninos ricos consumiendos dragos,
Y el uso creciente a través de los años automáticamente despierte el miedo, de que el Ciclo de impotacion y exportacion del polvo de angel infeste.
Seran vagabundos entonces los demonios en las esquinas donde las avenidas tercera y quinta se juntan.
Y nadie mencionara que absurdo es esto.
La riqueza, en sueno para quienes no la tienen,
Una idea constante, reverbante, que lleva a los humanos a hurtar.
La riqueza puede atraer, absorber.
La riqueza puede deschacerte, por la fuerza obtenerte.
La riqueza puede ir a favor de las aguajas del reloj, todos la disfrutan poco a paco.
Contra las agujas, honestamente, la encuentro como onodoro de sonrisas falsas.
Donde a veces, gente ignorante, con apartos dentales de plata, siguen adelante y viven
En casas enormes, saben seguir sus letras, de atributos femeninos, cantantes.
La riqueza en mi mente, donde vivo, donde moro,
Es un ciclo de vendidos, envidia y de celosos.
Idea falsa de un sueno americano.
Mi sueno es que todos aquellos cream en un simbolo de si mismos, en el amor propio.
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