The Justness of Fate
I'm riding over the waves of my dreams,
Is it true? Are they there? Those fanatical scares?
They're scrumptious, they're ghastly, they're deadly! Galore!
I know not how to stop this abolishing dream,
Those waves, the white foam, the saltwater; I'm in the deep,
They can maim, they can slaughter, they will behead me in bane,
But what can I say?
They've infested my mind with their shattering tricks,
I'm not in fear, I do not loathe, I love their rigid mind games,
My vigor unleashed takes me to sea,
Oh pompous fate! I've ricocheted!
My lips turn up in satisfaction and I pause,
This is no dream, no illusion or sham,
I know I am here, it's sheer reality.
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Rise Above All Fantasies
PoetryThe first poem, And We Shall Rise, involves a reflection on the corruption and pain that has been affecting several people in light of current times and the transformations required to overcome such detrimental and noxious qualities. The second...
