Utopian Smoke
David J Walker
tie-died Salesmen in ponytails
offered peace in an
Aquarian timeshare
for annual fees and considerations
keys of dried green grass line
Golden streets with Brass Bongs
And the utopians smoke
in long tokes exhaling
foreign views of a world
from the peaks of unnamed
Mountains
where Everyone is equal
Because everyone is No one
who drink from the same fountain
Addressing the various alias
Sir names on forged birth certificates
quoting Dylan as the
Odd god of mangled and
Meaningless phrases
The tie-died Salesmen in ponytails
Have taken apartments
On Wall Street
If I were you
I would take life more seriously
If I were you
I would invest more, spend less
If I were you
I would repent of my sins
If I were you
I would get a job
If I were you
I would get married soon
If I were you
I would have better friends
If I were you
I would quit smoking and alcohol
If I were you
I'd stop living flamboyantly
If I were you
I would worry less
If I were you
I'd eat more fruits, less meat
If I were you
I'd accept Jesus as my Lord and Saviour
If I were you
I'd dressed and speak properly
If I were you... If, if, if...
Well...
You are NOT me
You are you, I am unique!
My poetry takes me to Utopian land,
Where love and peace perfectly blend.
Humanity is the only religion known
Arrows are rusted, bows can’t bend.
Everyone is kind with beautiful heart,
Equality and justice for all, I wonder.
A perfect place where women are safe,
And it rains, without any thunder.
I imagine people living their dreams,
Society woven from threads of trust.
Here life is perfect, devils are dead,
Joy prevails, worries crushed to dust.
But, when I encounter the real world,
My poetic soap bubble tends to burst.
And I am drawn out of Utopian land,
Now I find blood quenching the thirst.
This poem has been published in 2019 in my poetry collection
"Far in the Meadows and other poems" by Meenakshi Raina
23 March, 2017.
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It floats high, abandoning all problems
It wonders with the wind, following nature
It glistens in the sun, revealing its beauty
It makes the children laugh
It brings joy to all ages
It is smooth, light, and delicate
It is transparent, yet reflects the rainbow
It is precious, fragile, and free
It is my utopia
It’s pure, perfect presence is short lived
I long for another one, only to watch it disperse before my eyes
Our true destination,
is written in the radiant mist
and song silently upon a silver breeze.
whispered harmonies weeping graceful melodies,
to the lost who cannot find.
we bathe in illusion that makes us visible,
and our hunger makes us sane.
Decorated by the benign,
That decant our life force
Upon the mundane.
We fade,
Slowly inextricably
masters of our own suffering,
Seeking nourishment from a mirage.
And the days turn strange.
with space and time being one in the same.
how can we dissolve the darkness?
if there is no diamond bridges,
Cascading light beneath a turquoise sky.
No luminous angelic flames,
To illuminate the wants of man.
and to understand makes us smaller.
i see the world getting smaller and smaller,
untill it finally fades
the taste of red wine still in my mouth,
soothing me
knowing in the back of my mind
this place isn't been made
for you and me'
my arm hanging out the window,
my fingers playing with the wind..
fantasizing how it would be
to live this life,
completely free
Where artificial intelligence meets
Kinesthetic tracking
Cognitive science traverses
With a new Second Life Enterprise
A bold horizon
Of man-machine-imagination
Engineering virtual platforms
Connected body life hyperspace
Dreaming on cyber integration
Envisioning an astral sphere
Of consciousness free from the body
Circling planetary interdimensions
A cerebral socialized infinity
Marketed to mass humanity
Intertwining flood gates of creativity
With our physical apparatus
Parallel dimensions virtualized
As real as the bark of a tree
Catapulting post human destiny
Interstellar, monumental trajectory
loosed from the boundaries of place and time
THE UTOPIAN DREAM BABY
She is in darkness and beautiful
What I dream of my Utopian dream baby
In the future I wish to see her born
As a very big mansion of mine on the moon
My own supersonic airplane to Heaven
A long bridge across the continents
To link all the oceans
New York to Banjul, Cape Town to Antarctica
Island of Lampedusa as a World Trade Center
Not as a nest for asylum hunters anymore
Sahara, Kalahari, Gobi, Himalayas as green belts
Not deserts with open arms anymore
All wastes to be biodegradable, renewable,chewable
Every rooftop to be garden
Our carbon dioxide to be inhalable perfumes
This is the worlds wild ambition
My Utopian mystic dream baby
A wish she comes early
To make the world a better home
Where we shall live like human Angels
Worried not of worries
In peace, in glory.
We are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
Politeness and manners exist as society never lets sieve
We learn to live with our neighbours amidst colours that nature has born
Living well into our tomorrows without the fear of being war-torn
Prejudice has never been heard whilst cussing never nears our ears
To walk our streets at whenever, over our shoulder you will never fear, fears
When we are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
The reason this can all come about, is purely because everyone gives
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
We are born from a fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
Politeness and manner exist, sadly society has allowed them to sieve
Many learn to live with their neighbours amidst colours of nature born
Some live into their tomorrows, many enter the doors of war-torn
Prejudice appears to be worsening, cussing appears the norm
Many are scared to walk our streets as many out there have form
When we are born from the fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
We don't enter what we hope is Utopia, many take and rarely give
I hold three rocks in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
I feel the rocks leaving my hand
As my eyelids begin to close
And I drifted off into my own little world
In the air the scent of a rose
I awoke to find a different world
Finding there had been a radical change
In the air there was still the scent of a rose
In my heart I felt so strange
Hatred famine and bigotry were gone
There was peace and joy and love
There were neighbors helping neighbors
Only blue skies up above
No more fear or anger
On war there was a ban
A world of human compassion
A brotherhood of man
There was universal acceptance
No damage to self esteem
I raised my eyes to heaven
Oh Lord let this not be a dream
God Bless those who suffer
Some day may your suffering cease
God bless those who search in vain
May you find love and peace.
He
has flown
his kite to
the extremes of
space.
Ekphrasis -Suprematist Composition-Malevich
The golden sun exposes rare
radiant brilliance thought's to dare
a time where mind has none to hide
beneath a glow forever shine
verbal expression,a mere tool
as thought's now represent the fool
no more hiding behind a mask
self control a major task
Wishful thinking,blink of an eye,keeping
only appear's to seem,a utopian dream
Silver moonlight constant beam
into the sunless darkness seems
as walking shadows purposely drift
mindful of our common knit
no dark cave to hide,our mind reminds
our guiding light,our treasure find
relations true our common goal
beaming,streaming,becoming whole
Wishful thinking,blink of an eye,keeping
only appears to seem....a utopian dream....
Closed eyes to a world of towering supremacy over the delicate picture of utopia
Not to be disturbed through true reality and perseverance of the mind
A crime to have a belief, a sin to be distinguished,
A facade that complexes the mind into a society of pathological liars of their own ideals.
Individuals are insignificant as insights lead to commonality
Hours fly as seasons change and still emptiness is evident in the faces of humanity,
For now I see the truth in fear, a safe haven for the meek
To the individuals I say show your faces, the time has come at last
Don’t listen to societies torments of outcasts and passing fads
The survival of the fittest has come to an end as the morning sun commences in the east
Face the music of past failures and feel the tide move in
Be drawn to passionate dreams that overwhelm our heart and essence
For that pride will lead the nation to become what we have hoped
A nation of individuality with no prejudice or discrimination in sight
Factions will destroy the supremacy, without a soul left behind
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