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Fantasia


Poetry. Yes poetry, though am not too big a fan of it, am quite close to some big time poets. Apart from the fact that I think Poetry gives people the license to say vile things and go free, I think poetry leaves the poets vulnerable, having laid bare their innermost thoughts and thinkings, plus the poet is always misunderstood. Well, let me shut up already. Here is a poem of mine from last year that I enjoy reading. Please go ahead and enjoy!

Fantasia

I am stuck in my head The sky is blue and I can’t get to bed
Pretty thoughts are floating past
While I stare with closed eyes

Singing pineapples and cheering apples make the calming soundscape
Laughing toddlers running around paint this ethereal landscape
Heavy atmosphere dripping with love
Heavenly atmosphere in my head from above

Tame lions and wild goats skipping happily
All part of this great mental family
Fair maidens waving
Grace in their walk, love in their eyes.

Wisdom's words teaching me the way to be free
I tell I her I want to be she
Yet i want to be me
She says open your eyes you will see

While I hate to say goodbye
I know I will be back
To see what’s in my head
When next I get to bed


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