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The Dreams We Live; The Sleep We Kill
by J. P. Davieswe reflect the shining exterior of beauty
no hardships to overcome
burning down every castle and bridge
to show scorn for the past
the generation of a failing planet
the offspring of entitlement
the well spring of disillusionment
the fame-seekers, the blameless
a parasite bred on wealth
to ignore the wild outdoors
the TV is my window pane
this screen reflects my soul
I have never learned to swim
nor walk, nor run, nor stroll.
the embodiment of convenience
the fracture of a whole
In dreams we live, don't wake us up
or sleep won't come at all.
05/26/2008 Posted on 05/27/2008
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 05/27/08 at 06:07 AM Your writing seems to get more an more sophisticated these days. Not just in topic but in style too. Glad to see you haven't abandoned pathetic :) Good write, and good to see you write. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 05/27/08 at 02:11 PM This can be true for many...we do to go outside and get our hands dirty, breathe in nature!. Well written, I enjoyed this read very much! MFS |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/27/08 at 05:53 PM Wow. Way to call it, J.P. |
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