“ Dream Merchants ” – be not what they seem –

The merchants of dream

Are not what they seem,

Hence I caution beware

If ye chance let them in,

Apathetic to a risky dare

Know exploit they within,

As dream merchants play

So to get neath your skin,

Till trapped made to stay…

 

Of their dreams be alert

Tho you might judge fair,

They’ll distort and divert

As you indulge their spin,

What’s at stake be aware

You may find but chagrin,

And a pawn for their fare…

 

Ye soon find be soul bare

Tho merchants find grin,

At feed of deviant affairs

Best not chance ye begin,

For wise ought avoid airs

Of the narcissistic strings,

Held to keep you unaware

Of dreams ne’er fated fair…

 

Dream merchants shroud

They but sell their hot air,

Fake fine weather clouds

And what gullible bears,

Of ne’er ending sunshine

During hurricane seasons…

 

Their dreams of effusion

Suggest wouldst be real,

Are but empty illusions

With an unfulfilled zeal,

When too late to discover

Soul they managed steal,

As self crafted merchants

Of dreams meant disappear!

                                                                 a dedication to vivid imaginations,

                                                                        in search of honesty and meritocracy…

                                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Benignity ” ~ be friend fair ~

Do be friend fair

Who’ll ne’er stray,

As to be ever there

Holds mean to stay,

Thru thick n thin

Wouldst not betray,

Or cause chagrin

Hence compensate,

Be oblivious to sin

The while meditate,

Sadly none to rescind

Till ye find situate,

Benignity therein

A truly bested state,

In varied compatibility

Humanistically paired,

Despite some dullards take,

Save who seeks be friend fair!

 

                                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ A Different Journey ” ~ started from within ~

I’ve journeyed

Thru a life

Of many paths,

But until now

Had marginalized

Times illusive avow

In future said to last,

That moves at speed

To ever looming past,

As memory goes soft

Aiming to exploit alas,

Where finds one lost

In the fixed unknown,

Of a trip that twists

Over downward

Tilting bend,

Where bedim of elation

Be the road’s end,

In a different journey

Started from within,

Save be a singular voyage

Meant to set free of chagrin,

The while making ones amends!

 

“ The Wind ” ~ that whispers ~

 

Listen to the wind,

Softly whisper

Its chagrin,

Anxious tales

Harbouring sins

Of men for sale,

Who wile us in,

Won’t hesitate

On but a whim

To devastate,

Hid in the whispers

Of an angry wind…

 

Thus as wind wails

In mock reply,

A sadly echo

Of tortured cry,

Tells be destined

Meant soon to die,

While a final whisper

Be the wind’s good-bye!

 

“ One Word ” ~ a picture ~

One word

Facilely said

Offhand,

Be a picture

Amid a thousand,

That describes

Of pain’s stead

What therein lies,

Though want tell

Of their chagrin,

They’ll hold inside!

“ While I Wait ” ~ a state of mind ~

 

It may well be

A state of mind,

While I wait

A place to find,

In just debate

Where we incline

To so admit,

We be the authors

Suffered create

Ego’s unfair myths…        

 

Yet hope within      

Coils to inspire,

A hazard share

Of ones chagrin,

That fosters claim

A measure fair

Of forgiven sins,

Thus dispels bane

The while I wait,

For mind to regain

What once was lived!

 

“ A State Of Mind ” ~ for just debate ~

 

It ought to be

A state of mind,

To obligate 

For just debate

On acts unkind,

That author so

Another’s grief…              

 

Ache coils within   

To educe air

A cause chagrin,

Wants laid bare     

Malevolent sins,

To dispel bane

Finds to restore,

That which was worth          

Once lived before!