“ Dream Merchants ” – be ne’er what they seem –

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“ Dream Merchants ”

            – be ne’er what they seem –

The merchants of dream

Be ne’er what they seem,

Hence I caution beware

If you chance let them in,

Apathetic be a risky dare

For they’ll exploit within,

As dream merchants play

Thus to get neath the skin,

That will trap you 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,

As the pawn for their fare…

 

Ye soon find be soul bare

The while merchants grin,

From their deviant affair

Best not chance ye begin,

With dreams fated unfair,

Held by narcissistic strings…

 

Dream merchants shroud

That which flogs palaver,

Fake fine weather clouds

And what gullibles bear,

Their dreams of effusion

Suggest wouldst be real,

Tho but empty illusions

With an unfulfilled zeal,

When too late ye discover

Soul they managed to steal,

Cause of true dreams, to disappear!

 

                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                   Ode to Dreamers

                           of dedication to vivid imagination,

                                    and in search of honesty…

 

Music, excerpt of Around Midnight, by Chet Baker

Art work, from Dream World images…

 

“ Starting Again ” ~ in congress with time ~


Starting again,
Ever more passionate
For wiser than then,
And sure to have grown
In congress with time,
As now understand
What perils be mine,
No matter the round
And levels that bind,
Or whatever the risks
I reach to embrace
Then bear and grin,
And hold to the pace
Without giving in,
So clear of mind
Find venture of worth,
Nourish the design
That begs start again!

“ Umbilicus ” ~ on second thought ~

 

It’s a near duty

Beholding beauty,

This navel so bold

Of notable splendor,

A circular wonder

Enchanting this knot,

Be nature’s creation,

Alleged be assembled

A deliberate baffle,

Or should you insist

An abyss gone amiss…

 

I can but confess

The lady is blessed,

And fortune abides

Exposing with pride,

A mesmeric grin

And abdominal bide,

With all of the flair

Courage will bare,

To show ye therein

Her navel of beauty

Be not just a knot,

But rather a pearl

In the mist of a kiss,

Inlayed on the swirl

Of a velvety curl,

This umbilicus bliss!