A Poem by bourgeois hippy

Reverse culture shock?


Dreams arrive and mock a sleeping soul, awaiting a second chance
to recuperate what it lost in reverie:
    vehement taste for adhesion.

Dreams arrive and mock a sleeping soul, unconscious in hoping for
the culmination of an exploited era:
    lecherous goals to encumber.

Dreams arrive and mock a sleeping soul, tossing and turning again
in the linen of misconstrued accomplishment:
    handicapped lost dialect.

Dreams arrive and mock a sleeping soul, mocking its fabrication
of a life surmised by fostering avarice:
    unsaturated impatience.

Dreams arrive and mock a sleeping soul, take it by the throat pulsing
with anxiety incapable of hiding:
    treacherous death slow arriving.

Dreams arrive and mock a sleeping soul, and entomb it under miles
of wanton dunes burning in absent summer flames:
    inexorable regimen.

© 2009 bourgeois hippy

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You don't write like a hippie. :-)

Deep, too deep for this ex-hippie, but what I can and do appreciate is your use of language. This compels a reader to think, it's not a give away or a prize for the first hand to get to the bottom of the cereal's an artistic interpretation of the meaning of dreams for the deep and the introspective sorts who linger here. :-)

I came across you on another writer's site. You left a comment that was not all praising and I appreciate that.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Although the deeper meaning is vague to me, I was entranced by your words. Forgive me for my lack of intuition. Every stanza was intense, the word choice interesting... it was fast paced. PErhaps if I read this a few more times I will understand it better. It's mysterious, and exciting. :]

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on July 31, 2009
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bourgeois hippy
bourgeois hippy

Hollywood, CA

It's hard for me to spit out words in an effort to create thought for myself to read later. Sometimes these thoughts are so hard to rationalize that I often wonder if they're anything but the dreams t.. more..