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Poem on Death or Loss

Posted in dreams, Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, relationships, Spiritual, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2019 by Drogo

My gardens, my pets, my friends, my family… those I lose are still with me every day and every night. i still see, hear, and feel them around me and inside me. im always reminded of those things that make me who i am. the things i lose are alive in my dreams or in the presence of other things. Sometimes my dreams of my dead father being alive feel very real. To be remembered is not a depressing concept it is the dying and absence aspects that hurt; but only in forgetting is there absence of our conscious minds; but that is limited absence in the totality of being. 

– Drogo

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Requiem of a Dreamer

Posted in dreams, Economics, Ethics & Morals, Futurist, Military, Sustainability, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 13, 2019 by Drogo

I have been exploring “fairness” in journalism (Fairness Doctrine) and “justice” in politics (Just War Doctrine) ever since i was in the military working on my ‘Conscientious Objector’ theory. It is not until i made time to study the things i wanted to, that i was able to learn things that no one was going to teach me; and perhaps that is the most important lesson as an adult …. that we must pursue our best interests or give up free will, if freedom scares us too much.

People think that if they are allowed to dream or be seen to do ‘nothing’, then they will grow more and more lazy and be losers entirely. I have always had ambition to dream, create, and share with fellow dreamers. As AOC pointed out recently in Congress, ambition is not always bad or just for greedy people; and apathy can be used contemptuously by greedy people that had ambition to gain power, but now that they have power they selfishly cling on to their bribes so that they can make no changes to help the masses (who become apathetic too), rather than ambitious to make the world a better place for all. Watching the film “Saving Mr Banks” about Mary Poppins’ author and Walt Disney was very inspirational today regarding creating using stream-of-consciousness imagination; and so I am writing this poetic essay on a few idealistic subjects, including judging books by their covers and adult rights to life.

I had some understanding when we visited Italy as a child, that Rome represented ‘law and order’ (the good guys), and barbarians represented ‘tribal chaos’ (the bad guys). I began to wonder, were all those who looked or acted ‘barbarian’ evil? Were all those who looked or acted ‘Roman’ good? Should we judge good and evil by the uniforms we wear, or the languages we speak? Both sides seemed to fight each-other, back and forth equally; but for some reason the Romans were considered better as winners. This is part of why I choose to look a bit different as an artist, to get people to think beyond stereo-typing.

As a young adult massively in debt out of college, barely able to earn a living working 5 jobs during every month, I was miserable trying to provide a living for myself and others (parents and partners), at the cost of our environment and future as a civilization. The two goals (income and sustainability) are not mutually exclusive, but we all must find our own balance. If we cannot make money pay for our dreams, we can let our dreams pay for our money.

 

– Drogo the Dreamer

Lucid Dream 11/9/2017

Posted in dreams, Fictional Stories, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on November 9, 2017 by Drogo

I had a dream I was looking at colleges again, and met up with friends from RWU, but at a new college where I had just enrolled. Teradactyle was there and we bonded again with a crew. We spent many hours joking around, and I saw kirks and spocks among classmates. In one of our first classes together, he told me that as friends we would probably not work out again, because he had suggested I check out a bunch of architecture books, and he thought I had not listened to him, and was still aggravated at me for not taking his advice seriously. I then went to lunch and was standing in line outside in a triangle type park, near the tip of traffic, and some native boys began talking to me. Two brothers one younger and one older. The young one was talking to me about our white environmental shirts, and the older one asked me to buy something from their merchandise zipper bag which had balloons and zip drives. Suddenly I was transported to a dark walkway at night, and the brothers were there, blood on the neck of the younger one, and blood on the street nearby. I did not see a dead body, but it was clear I missed a horrific event. I must have blacked out for a period of time. The older brother was apologizing to the younger, near a tree beside me. I stood in the middle of the brick walkway. Some streetlights were on, so it was not totally dark. I stood there wondering what was going on for some time. Then the older brother asked me to please move on, because I was freaking them out. I said sorry, but I was lost. They pointed me in the right direction, and I returned to the park triangle on campus. Being totally dark now, and no one around I was bewildered still. Suddenly it was day again, and I went in a building on the park. Girls were getting their hair cut, and I interrupted them to ask how to get to the Architecture department. After bothering several people, and being told not to use certain doors, I was told there was no Architecture department there.

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