If only life were that of a child's imagination,
Of fairies, ponies, princes and princesses.
The happily ever afters.
The dejected hearts of dreamers cry for what was,
Such a feeling of inspiration, of possibilities.
Then reality hit.
Oh how the routines of life laughed merrily at the fallen visions of the mind.
Oh how the need to impress and to logically perceive the world did ruin the marvels of
mysteries.
Where is the mind?
Is creativity deemed unnecessary?
Why must we box ourselves into the adult world of paper work and uninspiring tasks?
The day Man discovers he no longer possesses the spark to progress
Will forever be the day the world withers in despair.
Maturity hath conquered.
Have you ever wondered I wish the world would change? Like world peace or pollution
this can happen but the world will not just change its self. Believe it or not things in this
world will never change unless we change see we make the world the way it is if we do
not like it we need change it. If we want a changed world it will not be changed till we
decide to change it. This is the same with people we can’t change them they have to
change them self’s. Here is the bottom line this world will stay as it is till we all take a
stand and really want to change it. Ask your self will change ever happen think about it
do you want to see change I do. And I know deep down you do to.
Big Bang transpires when you crack the spine
As eager eyes sweep the rows
Language consumes until you’re mine
Trapped inside a world of prose.
As eager eyes sweep the rows
Fact and fiction copulate
Trapped inside my world of prose
Possibilities generate.
Fiction’s reality without the proof
We haven’t the time to argue what’s real
Although our scientists remain aloof
Worlds are created through what we feel.
We have no time to argue what’s real
Too busy scribbling forth existence
Worlds are created through what we feel
Your mental refuge with our assistance.
Too busy scribbling forth existence
Although our scientists remain aloof
Your mental refuge with our assistance
Fiction’s reality without the proof.
**For Jared's Pantoum Contest
At peace midnight he blew his whistle
Down the street he walks alone
Followed behind by his own shadow
He makes the dark aware not to be lone.
There he steered by the chromatic moonlight
And fight against those felony psychs
He palisades by his valiance so intent
Yet he never abscises his pride.
Once he acquaints with the shadow of his own
And once he portrays the shush of the street
Once he co-occur with the beggars penury
And once he scouts the homing boozier.
He meets with the world unspoken by us
And augurs the dormant cursed by the veil
He is blessed by the mighty of his nous
And devour the dark by the power of his soul.
Beguiles his journey by the yowl of the owl
Enriched by the wrawl of the embryos
Befriendly he enured the life so perverse
Fruitfully he lives with the liberty of his own.
Followed behind his own shadow
He deserves the world to see all alone
Yet he never abscises his pride
Down the street he blew his whistle lone.
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Living in a world of guilt
Cross examining every thought
Slaughtering every thought
On which your world is built
Never gets you very far
You sit and wait
You watch and wait
To hit one under par
But you’ll get there one day
When you do something
When you start something
While your masochism is away
So maybe wait another week
To do something
To start something
And add a year to your losing streak
Another rainy Glasgow day
And I'm stuck in this train
With the rich kids from Hutchie
Bound for work
With a heavy heart
And they're all mocking me
In uniforms so smart
Confident and cocky
With the world at their feet
I wonder if they pity
This man the world has beat?
Anger wells up inside
As high-pitched squeals
Pollute the air
So many lives unburdened
It just isn't fair
But this fury is really envy,
Mourning for a youth lost
I'd swap places in an instant
Even with the sullen goths
For there's no greater freedom
Than not knowing what's ahead
Memories of an office wall
Won't linger when you're dead
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