PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sometimes I wonder if my awaken eyes
are really dreaming, living in a subconscious
realm; Where the vertigo is straight and the
horizon of the stars limited to the touch…
sincerity is missed! Vibrant energy is the
pulse of the heart, the remedy for pain is to
slain the thought; My breathe gives life, and
my looks do kill…If you wonder now what is
more real to me; dying comfortably numb.
The circle of life has a Triangle and
an Eye that sees all at a 33rd degree; the
navigating compass broke down in the East.
Took one thousand steps to move two feet,
creating time with a blink of an eye; in one
of my daydreams, I meet Eve; the apple she
gives me is rotten, so I refused to eat…
spewing the last bite at her feet.
She is no longer gentle, but a ravaging beast
with luscious breast feeding democracy;
with a socialist view…I’m being sincere;
the grass may be greener on the other side,
but remember shit fertilizes it. The truth smells
rancid when lying tongues speak. The four
horsemen are chairman of the board of trustees.
Everything and everyone has a price, political
and religious fanatics are really zombies, eating
each other’s flesh and bone. Where silence is
broken, respect has its limits, caring is limited,
and love is hate, literally! We are vessels in a
world that does not exist, in reality you and I
are really asleep. For those whom dream often
we are living more consciously free, partial
dreamers are partial believers, if you don’t
dream at all your disconnected from the universe,
disconnected from you!