Subnormality

Subnormality

A Poem by Dream Weaver

I never had dreams of being wealthy or famous, nor did I have

high expectations that the world as a whole could be so much

more then it is today. I sit alone while toughts of fallacious

optimism trounce any real hope of perfect harmony.

 

How discouraging this feeling in the pit of my stomach knowing

I am but a grain of sand in a vast desert expanding with every

breath I take. Misleading are those who believe in the words of

false prophecies that divide the masses into nothing more then

the blind leading the blind.

 

When corruption greed and self promotion rule the day, promises

worthless, so to are the people who abide by them. Unwarranted

selfishness breeds hate jealousy and subnormality. Look around

take notice nonchalantly noncommital and nonexistent!

 

Truly bittersweet for the few who are generous compassionate

affectionate. The few who believe that all is not lost on this

sinking ship of mankind. The few are powerless when the

misguided narcissistic majority rules.

 

© 2012 Dream Weaver


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This is a great narrative of all those frustrations. Those feelings of being swallowed alive in this thing we call life, while helplessly looking around at the destructive path it's taken. Very moved by this piece. Nice.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dream Weaver

11 Years Ago

Thank you Frieda, it means a lot to me that you were moved
by this piece... ;)
I know, right? Although it seems even those of us who try not to expect too much still look around and see where it's all going to hell. Excellent piece. Thanks for sharing this with us,

-kimmer

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dream Weaver

11 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time to read it Kimmer, much appreciated.
In the grand scheme of things we are but a small part but it all depends on what we want to do with our lives. I still believe in humanity

Posted 11 Years Ago


Poetic Beauty

11 Years Ago

one does have to be careful
Dream Weaver

11 Years Ago

You got that right young lady...
Poetic Beauty

11 Years Ago

true true
A powerful piece of poetry with a very strong perspective. I like your masculine tone and your free verse. It's based on issues that I find equally important. Well done...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dream Weaver

11 Years Ago

Thank you Amber, I do appreciate your review, and yes the issues should be equally important, again.. read more
I agree with your words.. Greatly written peice.. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


So true... yet I can say I had dreams of grandeur and wealth. the ideas that were feed to me through all stages of development. I see the fallacy of the powers that be I also see the squander of the unfortunate to divide themselves in name of autonomy. The Greedy abuse and exploit the weaknesses of the meek who find themselves settling for the smaller piece of mind. I still strive for justice despite the odds and can say I'm willing to give all of it away if that would serve as the atonement yet I too feel at times there is no way to stop the waywardness of Earths rotation. But I still have a choice so I still have hope.
Very well written. Thank You for sharing...

Posted 12 Years Ago


your piece is right on target of the promotion of narcissism...the age of the martyr has met the extreme swing on the pendulum; and perhaps this extreme will lead us to a balance of giving without losing...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amen to that. I am in the same thought.... wonderful work.

E.L.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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