Sunday, July 30
A Dream

I am not psychic
The future that I see
is through the eyes of mad men
Eyes are the pathway to the soul
Twisted and tormented they are
sometimes can hardly be seen
I carry a flashlight
not always in my hand
Maybe one day I'll be able to see




8 Comments:

Blogger Tumuli said...

That was surprisingly deep.
What inspired it?

Blogger Sherry said...


Tumuli: Thanks. I have recurring dreams about the state of our world and it's demise at our own hands.
That came to mind so I decided to write it down.

Mattias: Thank you. And I'm sure that you've read the comment above - yes, I did write it :-)

Blogger nouseforaname said...

Cool....

Blogger Sherry said...


Thanks Shrooms

Of course I don't mind Matt, glad that you liked it enough to want a copy.

Blogger Kate said...

I just lost my first message; here goes again! I'm enjoying the variety of your blog. I especially ejoy the "100 people...." It clearly demonstrates that you can THINK! Your music...Snora Jones!!?? My husband likes her, tho! Peace!

Blogger Angie Pansey said...

Oooh, very nice Sherry.

You are a wonderful poet,
Do you know it?
You make me think,
You tickle me pink!


That's my poem to you. Unfortunately I'm not as talented a writer as you are!

Blogger Sherry said...


Kate:Thanks for stopping by. And as for my music taste,it varies and is random like my blog. I change the videos on Friday, so check back and maybe there will be something that you like.

My Ang: Your so cute!
You made me laugh.

Blogger Angie Pansey said...

Aw, gee thanks, guys! (blushes)
Hahaha!!!

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