“ 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

 

 

“ Trapped ” ~ inside a feeling ~

 

You run to flee

A feeling held dead,

An angry bent

You so dread,

That of requite

Arguably lent,

Scales so balanced

Thru baseless spite,

Could not amend…

 

Thus trapped

Inside a feeling

Not so dead,

An anxious mind

Wants one’s head,

Hence pell-mell

You scurry hide,

Far from the hell

That calls you back,

Where locked inside,

You’re to face

The hurt you brace,

Till you so reach

Courage to disclose

The matter bleak,

Trapped in a feeling,

That condemned                               

You flee from self,

Till you find hate’s end!