american dream

american dream

A Poem by Beren

I used to see the world with rose-colored glasses
Of a company with blood sells it
Smoke could be only in the hell and
the room odor works in the best way
If you can have something for your budget

I lived in American dream
My eyes had no shine
Not a single glimmer but
I could pay for California wine
Hence I was the luck

The love and the money
Fame was under my sheets getting sweaty
Peace can wait ready after a good war
I’ll listen every song I see on Billboards

I miss watching NYPD Blue before sunrise
A cup of Turkish coffee would save the night
Hangover minds wouldn’t mind the love
But I am still in your arms

God, come in my drunk dreams
Confess me what is this all about
I don’t want to write to be a one
Most writers are fucked up
Like they all visited a famous island

I'm losing hope
In the centerfold of a ridiculous lie

Even Hemingway couldn't stand here in his possibly better time

© 2026 Beren


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Blue, maybe the best series ever. Because it was so gritty and real. I think so many of us are losing hope.
There are a multitude of ridiculous lies.
Maybe today, Hemingway wouldn't feel like the Hills look like White Elephants...because there are too many Elephants in the room...and that room is in the White House.
j.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Hi Beren. I think we all were attracted to the American Dream in one way or another. For me, the dream became a nightmare because of the struggle of Black folks and women for equality, along with the lies about the Vietnam War. And it is still a nightmare and worse for the vast majority of humanity. I think our "HOPE" lies with us getting rid of all illusions about this dream and getting rid of the system that is its foundation.

-Curt

Posted 1 Week Ago



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