I was on twitter and a new follower https://twitter.com/burgeon_gtmio/status/1224567899534319618?s=20 asked me what an OC was. I gave a bit of an explanation but felt inclined to do a little more about the Dream Weaver, my Original Character, before I no longer can't. Considering he and I are similar in our view points about life, I felt this new song dedicated to his dreams and mine, would be a nice way of saying good bye to you all, in the likelihood that I have to go to prison for a while.

If I don't go to prison, well nothing is really lost and you all can use this a way to celebrate the 4 years we have had with one another and take it a memento to how much I have appreciated your support and love.

~ I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS ~

There is never enough time to say

All that ones heart can devise,

When your about to take that ride.

The doors slam shut, the moon rises up, but the spirit never dies.

I am no spring chicken, neither in experienced with prisons,

bars and incarcerated time.

I always told myself, ‘I’d die before lettin’ em roll me back inside...’,

sealing me up, determined to stifle the mind.

Then that flame rises from the belly, a symbol of brass,

clanging from the dust.

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!!

That will not pass me by!

I tell you my friends, never give it up, the spark, the talent, the music that screams from inside.

Freedom is too important.

No! I did not take it for granted.

Yes! I protest this wasted life!

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!!

That haunt me in the night,

As lovers, who demand, baritone comforts

that come from dream filled lungs

with vibrance, that twist rebar into vaudevillian platforms, for on which I stand,

reminding you, I will not go silently into the night!

If words alone could free a man, then I sing this prayer, as the cancer doped patient,

equally, living on a tight rope, beyond the despair of falling, willing the hymn to save from failure,

lift a little longer…for,

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!!

That I’ll never let up, not even after a million years,

or your hearts have been seduced by another and your beds no longer offer me the same comfort.

Your love may wain, expectations shattered. Do not fear, for I am forever weaving.

I belong up there.

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!!

and the tapping is merely the chisel all artists use to create a masterpiece.

What falls away does not make up who we are, its the smoothed over surfaces, polished perfection, which only comes from or through the testing.

That is my answer for all the failures that have ghosted me.

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!! 

I AM YOUR ADVENT VOICE!