“ 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

 

 

“ 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!

 

“ Without Boundaries ” ~ believed freedom ~

 

Boundless said free

Tho man soon found,

Ways to get round

Freedom he’d born,

Hence so to barter

For fistful of coin,

As greedy kings hold

Land’s realm be soul,

If crown be in peril

Man too has a role,

With boundary control

Of guised reason to war,

While yet he’ll exploit

Thru profiteer knaves,

Who’d whore any border

For all that says trades

Of whatever man craves,

Within the free boundaries

Thus till believed freedom,

Holds sovereign no more!