Monday, November 11, 2013

we see them

you see them

in a pedestal

of their own erecting

describing a world of dreams

as they would wish it was

and hear them tell tales

of their own legends

their might unrivaled

in their childish reveries


mind permitting,

the heart creates illusions of grandeur

that the body exist in

like a mindless ostrich

aloof to the vicissitudes of mortal living

the churn of chronos pass unseen

screams of praise pass to them

from their loving subjects

to the diadem of their majesty


whether a vagrant at the road side

or the insane at the asylum

or a leader,

divorced from the love

you see them

in a pedestal of their erecting

living in a world of dreams

enslaved by their own devices

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