The tigers

” But the tigers come at night

their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hopes apart

As they turn your dreams to shame


He slept a summer by my side

he filled my days with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

but he was gone when Autumn came


And still I dream he’ll come to me

that we will live the years together

But there are dreams that can not be

and there are storms we can not weather”

     -I dreamed a dream, Les Miserables

July summer

A pair of tourists are searching a map to find places in this little city where everything seems

within reach except what you really need which is never there and never will be..

Summer, women wearing short dresses, young girls are like flowers displaying their beauty

at its peak before the seasons change, little children are little children ; crying , demanding

grabbing , adults are adults; crying, demanding, grabbing …

The days pass so lightly like bubbles, burst falling to the ground disappearing in the green

light of summer, a young waitress wipes the tops of tables not thinking beyond the moment

and the task she has to accomplish and the tigers come , they jump on your shoulder

and tell you nothing will ever change, nothing will ever move, this river will be a puddle,

this life will be wasted and the pictures of your life with all those people whose dreams

failed to come true, who spent all those years compromising for what?

The tigers have sharp claws and they burst every single bubble and easily

but there are necessary for without those tigers how can we wake up and see reality

as it is ?

Not bubbles

not illusions

not dreams

but fields that need to be plowed

work that needs to be done

bridges that must be crossed

people who must be deciphered

tasks that must be completed …

Welcome the tigers -a reaction poem

welcome the tigers

feed them your flesh

let them chew on your bones

disappear in their jaws

only to be born again


without any illusions

laying on the ground

like grass



simply growing



as they turn your dreams to shame

but still i dream you come to me

and we live our lives together

but there are dreams that can not be

and there are storms that can not weather”

I had a dream my life would be

so different  from  this hell i am living

so different than what it seems

life has killed the dream i dreamed “


About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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