Biography of Poet Dragon
When I was a child, I thought like a child, I acted like a child and I played like a child. If I were to have become a man, I might have put childish things behind me.
When I was enlightened, I laughed at the world. Hell. I heard the world laugh right back at me.
My poems explore many themes, styles, and perspectives. I play with rhyme, meter, and semantics in order to evoke thoughtful consideration. It is not enough to read a poem, it must be grokked. Cherish the words with your intellect and instinct.
Imagine you are outside of yourself, looking down. Now back up. Go further. Further. Still further. Look back down at yourself and see how far away you are. Where are you? What are you doing? What is your place in the intricate dance of the moment? Like a fractal, an algorithmic scream, the moment unfurls in three dimensions at over a quarter million miles a second, forming the fourth dimension-one of ever increasing scale we call 'Time' as if it is somehow separate from 'space' and movement.
We are a part of that. Look around you and see the intricate connections that form your world. Friends, relatives, enemies, politicians, corporations, where you shop, what you eat, how you express yourself and how any given idea is expressed to you. It is a part of you and you an intimate part of it. What influences you and how do you influence others?
We are the divine breath of God. That is the ultimate responsibility.
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Poet Dragon Poems
Fear Not To Love, Fear Not
I greet the burden of your soul and wonder if your heart is whole when one can hold it out to share beware of love, beware.
There he is standing on the field, looking around and laughing he wants to see what you see from the stands, himself basking, charming. The ball slips from the fingers of a dazzled referee and he kicks out, deftly he is gliding in and out between his opponents, he is glorious.
Work is like an island in an ocean of time Landing on this shore felt like paradise But the island is small and quickly grows boring I am standing in the water, looking out as I work
The casual hair toss, The playful look over the shoulder, The bold leveling of the eyes, The laughter that comes so easily and so effervescently,
In a word, confusion chemical collusion gratified illusion empty, grand delusion
There is no strength for such as us, no weakness, no will to live or die just the impressions of willingness the choice to get up, or let lie
People aren't born for what they do, but what their parents dream. People don't grow for growing's sake, but for the future's gleam. People don't live to one day die, they live to put off dying. People don't work to build themselves, they work to stave off crying.
Green Clouds # 2
Green flurries of folly flip and scurry about into my tender grasp so that I can hold them and mold them into the precision I need
These fields are fallow now where we once sowed our seeds and the trees bloomed in spring with the grass below them green.
You Make Me Smile
I love your expressions the way they hesitate to change as if judging whether to or not
And so we say goodbye, with the connotation, that we shall never see this moment again
Behold! Oh round, mother-of-pearl, There is your radiance upon my eyes And the reflection of your untarnished waters
I thought it hurt to grow up
when my legs became shards of pain
that kept me up all night
crying tears and clinging to mommy
I thought it hurt to grow up
the day I saw my daddy cry
and ask his brother to get up,
to stop playing and wake up from the dead