Poet Dragon

Rookie - 217 Points (1-13-1983 / Pine Bluff, AR)

Biography of Poet Dragon

Poet Dragon poet

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.

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Poet Dragon Poems

  • Lifecycle
    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.
  • Rape
    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?
  • Short, Mad
    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
  • Across America
    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,
  • Cookoo Clock
    He lives each day one hour at a time listening to the old and rusty gears
  • Broken Whispers
    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
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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?
wanting more.
Never satisfied and always loving the portable thoughts
of my loneliness.

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