Poet Dragon (1-13-1983 / Pine Bluff, AR)
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 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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My Happy Nothing
Is it the liquid jealousy coursing through me?
Is it the rage?
Is it the thoughts of heinous crime beget upon the humbled mass...
of my soul.
What makes me cry so thoroughly. So tenderly?
Never satisfied and always loving the portable thoughts
of my loneliness.