My Poetry Corner
Merrily I sink into a sea of dreams.
Trifles of ignorance and seeds of irrelevancy fade from a new perspective. Those that see, see I am invisible. Where does one go when traveling both hemispheres of a capacious brain?
Back into the thoughtless lucid sleep that captivated the interest of the journey.
Often times I think to myself that were I in another realm, with different fortunes, would the grass really be greener?
Merrily I sink into a sea of dreams.
Voices blare and hazards haunt the waking life. Violence and passions cross-blend into a synchronous rhythm of reality. Meaning that infused into our very dreams and goals is the very cause of war. To obtain what we desire we must fight as warriors and advocates of our causes. Leaving none to quell the ideals that we strive for. The very root core that feeds the flames that drives us is explosive, violent and chaotic. This is how we gain what we seek. Pacifists fight valiantly for peace, never knowing they are at war with war itself. These are the cycles that bind us.
If I carry sadness upon my shoulders, if I carry the onus of my personal misery, it lies in the fact that I am not at war. I am a soldier who has no war left to fight and cannot see his future. Structured wants and dreams I do not carry, for I am lucid. At times it feels the whole world screams at me to get into action! I have no war, no cause, I am a soldier in waiting.
Merrily I sink into a sea of dreams.
The dreams are just visions. The ideals are not quantifiable. The passion is merely a flicker. You all know this, that is why you will not respond to me. For I am just a soldier, with no war and no meaning or cause. Spouting off about the days I used to battle. The old victories have now faded into losses. For I long for craving, I lust for passion, I yearn for battle.
Merrily I sink into a sea of dreams.
Like ancient warriors, monuments and civilizations I am forgotten. Locked into a dream, thrust into indecisions and grief. Even still! Yet, sadness does not breach me, fear does not fill me, for I am still a warrior! When trumpets call me back on the field of battle, my sword will be the first raised, my bloodlust the most driven and pure, my battle will be won!
Merrily I sink into a sea of dreams.
Trifles of ignorance and seeds of irrelevancy fade from a new perspective. Those that see, see I am invisible. Where does one go when traveling both hemispheres of a capacious brain?
Back into the thoughtless lucid sleep that captivated the interest of the journey.
Often times I think to myself that were I in another realm, with different fortunes, would the grass really be greener?
Merrily I sink into a sea of dreams.
Voices blare and hazards haunt the waking life. Violence and passions cross-blend into a synchronous rhythm of reality. Meaning that infused into our very dreams and goals is the very cause of war. To obtain what we desire we must fight as warriors and advocates of our causes. Leaving none to quell the ideals that we strive for. The very root core that feeds the flames that drives us is explosive, violent and chaotic. This is how we gain what we seek. Pacifists fight valiantly for peace, never knowing they are at war with war itself. These are the cycles that bind us.
If I carry sadness upon my shoulders, if I carry the onus of my personal misery, it lies in the fact that I am not at war. I am a soldier who has no war left to fight and cannot see his future. Structured wants and dreams I do not carry, for I am lucid. At times it feels the whole world screams at me to get into action! I have no war, no cause, I am a soldier in waiting.
Merrily I sink into a sea of dreams.
The dreams are just visions. The ideals are not quantifiable. The passion is merely a flicker. You all know this, that is why you will not respond to me. For I am just a soldier, with no war and no meaning or cause. Spouting off about the days I used to battle. The old victories have now faded into losses. For I long for craving, I lust for passion, I yearn for battle.
Merrily I sink into a sea of dreams.
Like ancient warriors, monuments and civilizations I am forgotten. Locked into a dream, thrust into indecisions and grief. Even still! Yet, sadness does not breach me, fear does not fill me, for I am still a warrior! When trumpets call me back on the field of battle, my sword will be the first raised, my bloodlust the most driven and pure, my battle will be won!
Merrily I sink into a sea of dreams.