i dream battles
dozens of opponents
i am the army of me
beaten
killed nightly
but my task
starts again
i want to say
i am but
it is not me
i keep thinking
i was
but that
is only a memory
that is so
often forgotten
like my desk
when watching tv
like my dog
when im teaching
these things
come back to me
in times and places
and go away again
but every night
again i fight
and it won t end
until
i stop believing
learning is the goal
of education
until i can
resent my students
enough to do
what i am told
but then
what will i dream
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hi russell,
I would like to let you know that I used your haiku poem for my photo shot. I have credited that verse to you.
http://flickr.com/photos/hendrian/2187548498/
Regards
Hendrian
Thanks Hendrian! That's a fabulous photo! I'm honored that you chose my haiku.
Keep fighting Bro! ;-)
Hey Richard! Thanks Bro!
My pleasure. I like where your head is at man!
I'm honored Richard! Thanks mate.
I really liked the line about learning from students...nice poem.
Thanks Keith! I'm glad you liked it.
Are you a believer that everything in dreams are representations of the self?
Great poem
Hi Ozy! I greatly fear a concept that requires all subjects viewed by my consciousness to be about me. That, of course, includes self obsession in dreams. Glad you liked the poem, my friend.
I won't frighten you with the dreams I have. I love "I am an army of me". That one line can apply to most of life. Like Richard said keep battling!!
Hey Pat! Dreams can make us question the idea of a good night's sleep, can't they? And yeah, that line says a lot. Thanks for the great comment, my old friend.
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