Dreams
So I got these dreams, right...
I got these dreams that aspire to reach heights
so high,
That they could tickle angel’s feet.
Dreams that dance
to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
I got dreams that dig deep
into the soil of my subconscious
Planting seeds of imagination
That will bear great fruit in the form of poetry.
Dreams that ride the ancient winds
that flows from the very core of me.
I got dreams that whisper in forgotten languages,
Speak through symbols in colours so vibrant
that even the deaf could hear them sing.
And thank you, Dr. King I have ‘I Have a Dream’ dreams.
Dreams that one day we're gonna get it right.
Stop using the word ‘fight’ as a pathway
towards any sort of peaceful resolution.
Dreams of permanently removing the ‘R’
from the word revolution,
So we can grow past circular patterns
Into spirals of transformation.
Dreams of ascending from the ashes of this
nation’s mock emancipation,
into healing practices that will lay the foundations
for good intentions to stand on.
Dreams of feeding the masses of starving people
with a dollar, a dime.
These hands and a rhyme.
Two fish and a crumb of faith
Yo, poet, I even dream when I’m awake.
Daydreams that distract my responsible eye.
Douse my mind with thoughts that I can fly
Up into the unknown and never look back.
Never say goodbye.
I got dreams sired by nightmares
Born in the invaded wombs of Aztec queens
Dreams bled off the backs of slavery
I got dreams that were beaten within an inch of their life
But refused to fade away.
Dreams that there is a brighter tomorrow
No matter how desolate the dark seems today.
And yeah, I dream about her too.
My dream woman who’s not trying to fit the glass shoe
because she likes to wear chucks.
Not perfect, but
Perfectly herself and when others talk
She doesn't give it a second thought.
Dreams that she loves me for everything I am
and everything I’m not
I got dreams where I wake up
from dreams into dreams,
And what I take this to mean is that
The reality of reality never is what it seems.
So I create as I go along
Sleepwalking my dreams into existence
To the sound of my slumber’s song
I got dreams y’all.
I got dreams.
Francisco Escamilla
Poet, educator, storyteller, motivational speaker, circle practitioner, holder of deep spaces.