Raj Arumugam

The Chaos Of One’s Fantasy - Poem by Raj Arumugam

if you don’t make heroes
if you don’t crown kings and queens
if you don’t lick lolly fantasy
and you don’t tell lies
and pull doves and pigeons
out of cold thin air
if you don’t, then
you die of boredom;
because you can’t bear the everyday
because you can’t see the world as it is
but must seek to hallucinate
from your windows of crystal glass
tinted with kaleidoscope colors;
for you must always
seek to mold
the world
in the image of systems you believe in;
and that’s why you make legends
and martyrs
and you make fairies
and good spirits and bad spirits
and angels and devils
and you create God
and you create Satan
and you fashion saviors and prophets
and you fabricate legends
and you weep for miracles and Heaven
because you can’t bear to witness
the plain, the simple, the ordinary
you’re unable to face the fact
of the wrinkle on your face
and the bad odors in the body
and so you create eternity
that gives you license to fantasy
and imagined powers
to obliterate and erase;
but if you can face the ordinary
without shaping things
in your concepts
see what is before and within and around
and that is all
one needs to see
to end the chaos of one’s fantasy

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 30, 2009

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