True Dreaming Bursts Poem by Naveed Akram

Truly the dreams of our youth collide
With some of the victims of our lives.
True nature is the truest form of talent,
As the natural weapons are held tight.
My wand is spoken to the ideals of lanterns,
They jingle and judge, spin and spit,
Like volumes of the open zone,
Lanterns upright, lanterns in roars.

Truly the dreams are our inner lanterns,
Displaying the crafts of unease,
Disfiguring some from the environment
Like the jousts of medieval days,
Like the world of a religious minority.

Truth resides in the heavens as well as
The earth, so seemingly full of mud
And clay, that this soil shall travel wilfully,
And neglectfully, causing the ground to
Wake and shudder, forming earthquakes
And seismic interruptions of ire and innocence.

This dream within the shadows is causing
An uproar of the body and mind,
Fulfilling our worthwhile objectives,
Like the strategy so enforced,
Lending a hand to those in authority.

The dreams will burst like lords
Of the page, and the narrow avenues are
So travelled, and narrow to cause
Upheavals so swift and talented.