“ 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 Thought ” ~ I beg hold ~

On my mind

Be a thought

I beg hold,

Plead ought

Despite told,

Stated recall

Running cold,

As age’s gift

Aims uphold,

Its fated way

To so define,

A wary play

For its time,

Be a thought

In grey mind,

Slipping away

Denied bind,

Despite sway

Means to find,

Its abject guide,

That it may stay

As thought of worth ,

To indulge fading days!

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

A Reclusive Being – in a despairing soul –

 

‘Twas a story above,

Composed per se

In false sense of love,

Though unwittingly so

As a reclusive being

In a despairing soul,

Sadly failed seeing

Might find indulge,

An impassioned role!

“ An Invisible Being ” ~ is a lonely soul ~

‘Twas a story above

A false sense of love,

Orchestrated per se

By one ne’er able,

To find so indulge

In a passionate way,

 This invisible being

Too cold to be told,

Fated be, but a lonely soul!

“ More Time ” ~ a growing thirst ~

I’ve ardent thirst

For time,

That grows

With passing days,

The more to taste

What I had failed

To so indulge,

All I did waste,

Knowing not later   

There’d be a day,

I would so thirst

For but a taste,

Of want more time!

“ Discovering ” ~ journey’s sum ~

 

I look to see

Who I’ve become,

Discovering shades

Of journey’s sum,

That led the way

Neath my old skin,

Thus so to find

Who I had been,

The while seduced

By fitful thoughts

Of indulgent sin,

Causing me seek

But one true friend

Who’d think to tell,

If I chose bold

He’d help set free,

To find my way

Passed current hell!