Lucid Dream

A mirrored screen
for all to see,
of old life scenes
once formed by me.

One special dream,
that came to be.
My soul a beam
of energy.

Drops of extreme
and anchored keys,
created schemes
while stealing peace.

My heartbeat screamed
in agony,
killed self-esteem
brought apathy.

Alone at sea
drowned the disease.
While feeling free
reached clarity.

Gained empathy,
my spirit gleamed.
Shined brilliantly
the past redeemed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Inspiration( by Grace and Francis)

Awakened by the thunder,
And the rain.
So real-a-dream in my slumber,
But the memories remain.


Felt shaken, drenched in sweat,
still sleeping yet awake,
try to steady my breath,
feel real, no longer fake
.

Conscious reality now that I’m awake
Brought forth from the world of dreams
Make no mistake,
A spark of passion, with golden beams.

Lights up my unsure mind
then sparks within my heart,
stirred up and well defined,
this moment marks the start.

An old-fashioned-loose leaf canvas,
Sensational revelations in ink,
Only wisdom and spark can grant this,
Through an artistical blend-woven in sync.

Fears cease and surrender,
both tears and canvas dry.
Inspired by the splendor,
to relentlessly try.

Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy and Francis J. Lamanna (Noozbuffet)

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