I Found It

Yes, I have found the well worn medium sized spiral notebook that I have been looking for...this little notebook contains poems and prose written in my staggered kind of way...

I wrote most of these poems like a journal...of course the greatness was always evident in them...at least the greatness from my perspective...hahahahaha...which makes them richer for me now...as I consider how much I have lost over the last 30 years of my life...and how the Good Lord has allowed this reminder of me to stick around...

I titled this...."Dreams of Reality"....I grew up in the 60's and space exploration and travel were highly fascinating to me...I never really felt comfortable here on this globe we call Earth...so while living in reality...I pondered it like a dream...

I have met some people who hardly ever dream or recall them...some of my dreams seem so real...I seem so active as a participant...the haunting comes from them when waking up and realizing sometimes that what I just dreamed wasn't really real...yet there is a part of me that wonders...

My Wife recently bought a set of DVD's from Star Trek at a local Best Buy...the theme of the set was..."Alternate Reality"...and they had some from the original Star Trek series to some of the latest...we marveled at one from 1967 and how much what the Star Trek set suggested as technology...has now become real and in some cases even old in itself....some of my dreams seem like this...is that me in an alternate reality...sometimes I wished I was there..other times I am glad I am not...

I actually at one time transcribed this book of poems I had written onto a little word processor I had back in the 90's on a floppy...but I can't find the floppy disk...not even sure I have a computer by which to use the floppy if I did..hahahahaha...

I think now I want to share this young, naive, spirited young man with the world...I am considering writing this just as it is...there are some writings that are so bad they stick out like a sore thumb...but to share it would make it even more real...no one ever got rid of acne by just covering it up...

I was seeking myself...trying to find a reality...I'm not even sure I ever found it...hence the title..."Dreams of Reality"....

Imagine a young man...in the U.S. Army...living in old WWI and WWII wooden army barracks...they transformed them with about 6 rooms on each floor...I lived next to the stairwell in a fairly good sized room...right across from the showers and latrines...I heard when anyone came in and left...you could tell when someone was walking down the hall or down the stairs...you could hear almost any conversation throughout the place...each person had a stereo and would blast their music...a contention amoung us all...it was how you expressed who you were...or what you wanted others to think you were...one phone was available to the whole barracks...and you depended on others to share it with you...it wasn't always easy and it caused some problems...but amazingly...you understood that if you answered and got your buddy...more than likely he would do the same for you...it was a world only another soldier could probably relate too...

I am thinking of sharing this writing with the original pages scanned and then have the type next to it...

I need to dedicate this one to my Mom...who went home last October to be with the Lord...and the greatest gift I have now in my Wife Bren...

Dreams of Reality....I'm not sure the poems have ever stopped...it's just that they haven't been written down in this way in over 30 years....

Birdman Blue