Somneria

 

Let us revive the old Gods.
The land of dreams is upon us.
Let us shatter the nightmares of this...
This mundane existence-
We shall not relive the trite old dreams of our fathers,
but create our own fantasies;
to create our own unerring utopia, not
a "Brave New World" to pour our spirit
through the assembly line of conformity.
Individual perfection is attainable.
Beauty: close at hand.
Human physical evolution may be through,
but there is much coming in evolution of the spirit, of the mind.
A new plane of existence,
one not wrought with greed and hatred.
Oh, land of love, of dreams!
Ode to Somneria!
And let not this dream to dissolve,
to leave our minds,
not leave us awake, cold, naked, amidst the city streets.

 

 

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

Interesting piece, a message that has been written about and warned against for many years.
I see Thoreau, Wadsworth,even a touch of Yeats and, believe it or not, Jim Morrison in this.
My only complaint is that it's a little too familiar.
The words you use have been used a few times before, so that while your spirit has fervor, the words have become powerless.

If you ever decide to edit try choosing words that you haven't seen or heard in this type of piece before.
Make it fresh.
You have talent , I hope you come back to this one

Namaste'
Tim