10 Poems | This chapter relates to various ideas of dreams, hopes, wishes, thoughts about the future.
Adventure Buddy
I am looking for someone to go on an adventure with!
Let’s go far and free!
Let life reign supreme in a gale force of curiosity!
Set sail on a bewildering sea!
If there are sorrows ahead – let it be so.
Our life is worth struggling for from high to low.
A shared journey with someone who is a
A friend.
A companion.
A lover.
I wish for adventure with you – evermore.
A Broken Age Like Any Other
From where we came to where we go.
Treading here and running there.
Sometimes jumping without aim.
Hopes following dreams that follow desires of the future’s flow.
Like those before us, existential in search of what we dare.
Born now – in this time, raised here – this is our cultural place.
Education to career.
Go forward in society we race.
Discovering life once as a family growing from birthplace.
Then once again with friends sprouting experiences of a different case.
The world’s limits of space have altered life’s pace.
The times have changed – today is a global market of exchange.
Society expecting technological experts and polyglots for every job range.
Information age, global engage, we all are wrapped up in earning one’s living wage.
Told we need passion, our own meaning to fashion, and yet no time to ration.
Spare time entwined in media-verse cyberspace, all this bedtime waste with dank memes scrolling past our face.
Data, data everywhere, arrayed bias- false and truth integrated without care, arguing validity is a must to be aware of each case.
We are interconnected with the world as never before.
Groups, niches, fandoms, subcultures, far off ones who all feel the same to the core,
while some are disconnected even more with online acclaim.
It’s an era to vent.
A technological innovation to share and hint.
One click and it can be sent.
Rivers of virtual thoughts, ebb and flow along social media’s lakeshore.
An update, a chime.
That uncontrolled singularity of perceived expression.
Sincerity that can be shared.
Emotions unconfined confessed.
As well as ambiguity, chaotic, so much clarity will be oppressed.
What’s shared can have value.
What’s not is no less.
We all have things going on
within the troubles of a broken fence and overgrown lawn
or saving up money through coupons.
That is the mask of virtual faces
living the lie of all these rat races.
A generation of interwebers.
A narration of nihilistic fetters.
Telling our story with cat pictures instead of letters.
However the terror
the struggle since the Pleistocene
you have potential for effort to make things better.
An Easy Job is All You Need
To prove your worth in life.
How degrading.
I wish to be.
Live for the simple things.
Stability is not unambitious.
It’s imbued with more dreams than uncontrolled lust for the top.
Let’s not forget that we live first, work second.
The moment you find your calling
is the moment you find comfort.
That is a dream.
Can that not be the same
for the ones who find a decent job that need not shoot for the stars.
The stars are right at home
in the lamp shades and LED screens.
A safe haven to rest your feet
no matter what you do
feel good if you find some peace.
Ideas
Like scattered petals floating in the open air
ideas are twirling, intertwined in such a snare.
From where they do go now
is a mystery which is unclear of a how.
All that matters is that they tumble around
picking up many things on the ground.
Collecting and combining back into a bud
sooner or later perhaps, sprouting full bloom with a thud.
Ideas Birth in a Void
That answer to the brightest galaxy and the darkness space
is for those who look in doubt’s void.
Discover more by knowing less and asking more.
Because it is what I know after answers decay
like particles left in the dust of an exploding bouquet.
Forming again in foaming membranes.
Ideas hold form after death
until fading slowly as the dwarf star shines no more.
The process is real and arises from virtual chaos.
It exists somewhere by proxy of thought.
Internally repeating.
A formless form being born.
Imagine That Day
Could you imagine,
Beyond that of current time.
What would you fathom,
To be in the chasm of fate
The sublime or the awry.
Should it so happen,
When are you satisfied or will you?
What is then denounced, what is exalted?
Who shall be with you to past the time?
Where will you be at that time?
Light Away Little Flame
I have to fight and toil.
Begone darkness, rid from my sight and coil!
I must continue in this blight until evil boils.
By sheer force of will, life remains bright even while spoiled.
Fearing, loathing, screaming, I will bite, stand up, dirty in soil!
Sneering, cheering, beaming upon this might that will not be foiled!
It will spark flame onto oil!
Old Shelter of a Dream
Broken longings age in time.
Past scatterings lose their shine.
A dirty flick of paint peels the mind.
A reminder of a certain kind.
What are dreams without sacrifice?
How much can change at a gamble’s dice?
Begotten homes with doors that re-entice.
A dead turn in thought’s doubt.
Results show a clarity, without.
Without any doubt.
Yes.
Return to that which was once sought.
To repair a weathered want.
Rise. Rise Again.
No matter the bareness of the Earth
or the darkness at the bottom
We shall rise time and time again.
But that battle is not defined with the highest and mightiest of our spirits.
Grit and toil herald praise not only when we are aflame
but also when we feel there is nothing left to burn.
When the words of order and progress leave our hearts
it is at this moment, this empty existence that we moan our illness and shake our limp bodies
until we exert our essence: everything that we are and want to be.
This force, this power, breaths out our spark of life that renews our limbs.
We can then resume our stance and move out of the pit from which we have sunk.
The Teas of Dreams
Never give up.
Yet never let your logic go.
You need both in a cup.
A hot cup of reality
swirled around with a little magic vitality.
Taste a tingle of enjoyment
and a vigor of energy for employment.
Know what the tea lacks.
Know what the packs.
That flavor will change given the paradigm.
Choose the ingredients well over time.
Skills can be transferred and mixed with enough playtime.
Imagination makes the magic aroma.
Pragmatism allows it to happen.
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