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Catalina's Milky Way Dreams
(c) Re- Written 2024 - By The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Shooting Stars and fast moving CarsRumble through the roads of my mindTick-e-ty Tock, the old sounds of the clockSay's it's almost a quarter past nine
The moons surely rising, the stars are a glidingAnd Mr. Sandman is ready to roamHurry off to bed and put your pillow under your headHe might just be visiting you tonight at homeDrifting off to sleep is such a wonderful featAdventures you'll enjoy on your ownMaking new friends on a journey to no endA secrete life that is yours all aloneDon't be afraid of those gobble lee goo'sOr those pirates drifting to sea on their boatsThere's no need to worry there just in your dreamsLike rainbow clouds and cotton candy floatsOh that sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerPlease, don't take my Dreams a wayTo see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way DreamsWe could have so much funUnder an ice cream sun and laugh our time awaySing some M & M songs the whole day longUntil we awake to brand new day
Pluto say's hey kiddo don't get out of bedAs Snakel Puss laughs and says, ah it's OKKKKKKKKPopeye yell's, were gone in a minute after I eat me spinachPoo say's all aboard my Banana Split SleighOh that Sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerWorry not Catalina, we won't take your Dreams a way
To see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way Dreams
Catalina say's, please come join me, on my Milky Way Dreams




I find myself at times completely devastated by my thoughts which are more times than not, followed-up by uncontrollable confusion. You see, my thoughts take me on journeys to a world of what I call, "Where can I possibly go to next." And while not knowing what or where that next destination might be, confusion plays such a major role within my life, that at times it brings my spirit to a screeching halt. For I am a man who can't seem to get out of his own way, but I do Pray like hell to the Heavens above for guidance and a few words of spiritual direction that could make my life and travels just a bit easier. Even though these journeys are only in my mind, they make up such an important part of who I am, and who I wish I was.  For within my mind, I have visited a world of beauty that others haven't had the opportunity to witness. I have visited the great castles of the world that sit on the most plushest hills and breath taking countryside's. I have walked on the most precious of cobblestone streets of this world, designed gracefully within the most brilliant cities that carry a history so rich it would make one stop in disbelief at what they are witnessing at that very moment. I have walked barefoot on the beaches across the world while listening to the sounds of the ocean's mighty roar, I have heard the heavenly sound of birds belting their favorite tunes to the universe, so countless people may have the pleasure of listening. I have gazed in emotional joy at the beauty of the stars shining in the night time sky or witnessing the simple path of a butterfly flying from one flower to the next. Unfortunately, because of who I am and what I have become, this mind of mine can also take me to some of the darkest places on earth or at least in this case, how earth is perceived within my thoughts. Places of fear, concern, sadness and so much more. It is sheer madness in the way it can cripple me not only in my mind, but in my spirit as well and let's not forget my daily life. It is at that point that I realize, I am alone, surrounded by no one and spoken to by even less. Just an empty shell of myself who will continue my daily journey of emptiness. I realize that one day when my time here has come to an end, I can only wish that my journey going home will be one of such beauty that I will come to the realization that my mind could have never created something as fascinating as what I will be witnessing at that precise moment. But until that time, I will remain that isolated man who looks out his window to a lonely empty sad world of nothing, while traveling day in and day out, to the unknown in my mind.


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