Dreamer’s World
In my dreams, I see gold,
In my dreams, truth be told.
With streams of champagne,
And happiness to gain,
Our smiles never dip,
For in the fountain of youth we sip.
Magic is reality for it is fun,
Here we live with a moon, not sun.
It snows coconut shavings,
And easily soothed are our cravings.
Animals talk back to us,
In a world without fuss.
Our Shameful Distance
This. Selfish. Race:
Instinctively, we react
Protecting ourselves
Against the Illusion
With hysterical madness, and
Under the domination
Of Trepidation
Evolved intellectually
But suffocating
On empathy inhaled
Too deeply, and
We never exhaled ...
And now we fall
And we suffocate slowly
On our solitary demise
Purged into the Hateful Mass
Spiraling, and
We are
Out of control
In a perpetual state of
Numb survival
Blind and effortless
Trudging through
The motions displaced
By egotistical emotion
And hailing, we
Salute to Fear
And the knee-jerk reactions
Endangering us with
Fate dominated
By ignorance, but
Corrective action is
Hovering ...
Perched on
The horizon in --
Olive trees
But like a whore spread ...
On the porch of
An escapist's brothel
We bargain addicted, and
In the name of
Our Insecurities
We succumb --
Dead to the Acceptance
Offered in:
The name of Equality
Shedding light on
The unconditional family
Waiting, and ready with
Kneaded compassion, and
Our lost freedom found.
But to set aide
Our indulgent motives
It seems simple --
But it resides somewhere
Still out of reach
And too far away.
Photographs
It's a tragedy that phone cameras cannot capture the beauty of the night sky, isn't it? I personally think it's because some things are too beautiful for photographs, and they are only meant to hold a special place deep within our hearts. In a world where proof is often needed to believe the tales ordinary people tell, what a photograph does not capture becomes a myth to everyone except you, the bearer of its truth. So when I scroll through my phone's gallery or search my room's cabinets wanting to come across a picture of us enjoying each other's company, but find nothing, I choose not to believe the love we once felt is lost; rather, we were simply too beautiful for photographs.