Sad Dreams Poem by Paul Amrod

Sad dreams are floating through my mind of some better time
Bad schemes coming from the unkind are ripping at my heart
detuning the harmonious resonance of mutual admiration.
Returning to the bliss of childhood enthralled by the sublime
Hoping the graces of existence soothe us as angels impart
the woeful and dreary with a message of consolation.
Disrespectful innuendos blaspheme common dignity
fabricating the prognosis of an unequal counterpart.
The imbalances of an atmospheric catastrophe bring no rhyme
to our galaxy breeding opposites with no intention of affinity.
The imposition of strident dissonance disconcerts the prime
positivity which cradles the warmness of reciprocity.
Titillating the demonic caressing the lion-hearted to bombard
the callousness with lusciousness to full expectation.
Taking the initiative daringly boisterous to freely guard
the aspects of expression to further sentimentality
overloading the heartless with strange peculiarities.
The pugnacious pundits of propagating separation
will suddenly remove their position of inflexibility
and rejoice as they reach fruition with emancipation.
This is my desire with an ethereally brilliant aspiration
to enthrall all compatriots to view into the future to safeguard
the pleasantly smiling infants who garnish our lifetime.
Each waking hour will be blessed as we gingerly climb
to the pinnacle of self-nourishment and realization.
Shedding our surroundings with blossoming possibility
will warrant the reawakening of personal illumination.
Nevertheless mumbling over the present belligerent tragedy
will further the reappearance of our sad dreams and bedtime
is dominated by Morphian nightmares and evil spirits so unsteady.
Imagining the warlike monstrous dilemmas coming to rise maritime
tides to overflow und submerge us with their iniquitous strategy.
We stand in the wee hours squealing in ultimate torture
demanding for conscious awareness for a proper order
not accepting the absurdness of the properitors of contentious crime.
From the loving arms of mothers we have within our nature
the pureness of purpose with a fantastic fantasy and a grasp of reality.
Please I beg and pine for them to amend their bad schemes and to concur
with the commonplace masses and the naturally benign.
Painting a picture of helplessness and a false flag of irresponsibility
has twisted our perceptions and has sacrilegiously sacrificed humanity.
We challenge their story of hatred and perpetual besieging to sign
a treaty of sobriety recognizing the frequency of normality
and the basic needs of common rights of every simple voyageur.
The falsification and concoctive measure of a poorly written novel
will become self-evident as we all ignore the incorrigible.
As we hold the truths of the sages like a lighthouse before the sinister
they must whine like injured lambs for mercy in search of grandeur.
Witnessing the ramification of their abominable atrocity
they will convert like Bonifacius and hope for forgiveness as a devil.
Being someday aroused from their sad dreams they will surely revel
taking back from the human race their impervious disinformation
allowing our thoughts to flourish into the distinguished und understandable.
The oversight of our ancestors will heed the reflection as our oval
ball continues to orbit in our solar system, a golden section so incredible.
Endowed with an ultimate perfection we interrupt their bad schemes
devoid of any convincing worth as a sumptuous buoyancy we impel.
Liberated from the grip of ignorance with a rational analysis of sad dreams
we bestow mankind with an instrumentation of plenitude quite imaginable.
Our anima is gifted with perseverance and filled with self-esteem.
Reaching to the stars is our ambition with a good demeanor for on this Earth we dwell.