“ 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

 

 

“ That Comfort ” ~ of resolve ~

You live with an issue

That stresses excess,

Thus until out of tissue

You’re forced address,

With corrective venue

Holds offer regress,

For needy disinvolve

That comfort will asset,

Hence set-up dissolve

That allows find repress,

In life’s thin resolve

Comfort will redress,

While fate confabulates absolve

Though it leaves you out of breath,

You’ve yet love of life reasons to evolve!

                                                                       

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ Conversations ” ~ with me, myself and I ~

I am curiously held aware

Being conscious of converse,

That it’s natural to beware

In an age amorally perverse,

Where humankind despairs

Of conversations so adverse,

Suggesting interest to be fair

Yet holds intent to be averse…

 

Tho it be of and by myself

I fancied be a person free,

That which would dominate

The better part of early me,

Who’d ideate a perfect fate

To fill that emptiness I see,

In dreams imaging a wake

Conversely so I want to flee…

 

Be a time knew not of fast

Nor forcing to make haste,

Or find way to further last

In concert with moral taste,

Whose worth would so cast

The value of contented state,

While forgetting not the past

To help shape avert mistakes,

In conversations that will task

Beyond with me, myself and I!

                                                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Endless ” ~ hope and its misses ~

Of boundless hope

And as many misses,

Be mindful of scope

Said life’s caprices,

We forever grope

Beyond ambitious,

Till ‘tis contrary

To fates chose dishes,

And lacking the parity

In positives we seek,

To end endless hope

Cast by devilish cheats,

Orchestrating its misses!

                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ One More Time ” ~ while fate inclines ~

Perhaps a chance,

Tho seems offhand

Fate offered stance

Made understand,

Meant sway emotive

One more time,

Viewed start again

While fate inclines,

Grants you may gain

That ease of mind,

To give emotions chance

With someone worth,

Expressed at glance

Points to unearth

Courage past mine,

Did find a level ground

For one more time around!

inspired by, thus for MD, the brightest star in my haven!

“ Sway ” ~ just enough ~

Sway

Just enough

To give hope a ray,

Sway

A bit more

To let me find

The way,

Sway

Then again,

To so compose

You’d have me stay,

Sway

Fate might fix

Life be with love

More than a day,

Sway

To find share

Destined replete

Be criteria’s fare,

Sway

Life be free

Of bent aspirants,

And political tyrants,

Sway

Alas man finds

Give life to dreams,

Barring nightmare,

If incubi, succubi be there

For ones held pleasures!

 

“ Solaris ” ~ in shades abyss ~

Sun must be shy

As he’ll not look

Me in the eye,

Nor will he soar

As had before,

We ruined his sky…

 

He may ne’er more

Want light our way,

We who fouled

His heaven’s air,

Spewing waste

Corrupting space,

Once known safe

In a world gone grey,

As Solaris fades away…

 

Alas the keepers

Have ignored,

Desperate shouts

Of world untoward,

Solaris suffers

Shades abyss,

Thus can but move

To light another place,

Leaving shadows

Till dark be  fate, 

Would end mankind

Starved of Solaris face!