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.
Poet Dragon's Works:
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Poet Dragon Poems
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.
What was there left of her after the bad men touched her? What fragile sense of wonder shattered?
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.
Poetry And Prayer
When hopelessness or passion's throes ignites us, lost emotion casts confusion everywhere. When hatred of our flesh's prison grates us, how much easier is forgetting that we care?
Pierced by an arrow, pierced by a phrase Killed by a sentance, trapped in a maze
To Mat Hyuin
Fell greed begot by man, by men in numbers lost control of themselves, became wasted needed to fill the fell void, the darkness in twisted desire, seeking without thinking
Glasses Half Empty
They are glasses half empty, and hearts half full, riding their dreams until their courage fails them, stopping halfway
Questions From A Bi-Polar Freak...
Why the rage? Why the burden? I can dropp it all without a second thought except to linger and spread word of handsome things
He traveled to the canyon, and thought it worth its name a canvas for the sunset's gleam to luminesce with flame
Praecaveo Lectoris (Reader, Beware)
We watch the fireflies flicker dim and dangerous in the darkness and dream of stars above so bright that they outshine the moon
Comes Death (A Song)
'Out the window lies the future, where we can see, but never reach her.' - P.N. All the world is hopeless,
He lives each day one hour at a time listening to the old and rusty gears
Whispers, like echoes of a faint past, crowd around me They bathe me with their memories, their impositions Laying pathways of guilt and gossip across my soul Speaking softly of sins and sorrows that are not mine
The Ease Of Death
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.