The Dreamer

[bigorangedan]

Wrapped amidst
ethereal chains
he wanders ever
lost in his own thoughts
trapped in the waking world
so unlike that of sleep
bound by manacles
forged in ink
that dripped like blood
on a fresh wrought page

subversive

coercive

immersive

the words enfold him
and tap him within
a religious ecstasy
from which he cannot step
they become his shield
his word
his soul
his pain
a mirror of a past
that never was
and a future that never can be
he lays awake, fearful of sleeping
and asleep is afraid of waking
bound by the ultimate desire to create
words become a marionette
set to dance upon his fingers whim
to delight and entertain
and ultimately to be expressed
in the vacuum
that has become his dream
laden with unspoken meaning
half truths and allegory
enmeshed to entrap
the unguarded mind
until it is beleaguered with
the vain interpretation of
a scholastic enterprise.

For is this what it means
to be poetic?

[Ragga_Wh0re]

i eat ur poetry for breakfast!

[bigorangedan]

^^^ wondering if breakfast is a good thing or a bad thing.

[Ragga_Wh0re]

its the moest important meal of the day,and eating your poetry for breakfst is the breakfast of champions!