an escape destination

In between life’s harsh experiences,
An escape destination, designed
To ease our afflictions and woes–
Imagines of the ideals birthed there.

This destination, not a faraway, is
Encased in a cavity, inside our heads,
Therein the brain lies, holding minds–
Enabling thoughts and imaginations.

Such thoughts – called different names,
Fantasizes, dreams, ideas, obsessions,
Powerful enough to effect orgasms–
Is better than a wealth of knowledge.

They bring smiles into our hearts,
A source of inspiration, from whence
Hope dwells for a perfected world–
Imaged and internalised for tomorrow.

A destination where adjectives and verbs,
Are a couple unified in pursuit of feats,
Visualised without faults and failures–
That manifests the dominion of man.

Tis strange, such beautiful destinations,
Welled in people, yet doldrums reigns,
As ruthless as reality, callously insensitive–
To bruises and wounds, hurts and pain.

My imagines, an escape destination;
Creates and recreates, models of scenarios,
Of ideas, fantasies, aspirations and hope–
Preciously pricey, beyond wealth’s worth.

flattery

Words, velvety pronounced;
To create an impression!
Tis not falsehood, she claims,
What then, my dear flatter?
An essential skill for survival;
Relentless flamboyancy-
To scrap my way through life.

The ways of flattery, alluring;
Words that come out of her mouth;
Theatrically polished and packaged-
To calm and loosen your nerves.
I warn thee, she is a sycophant;
To ensnare and consequently control,
Her phantasm and compulsion.

How can you live off words?
When they come cheaper by the dozen;
Peoples remarks, impregnated,
With intentions unknown.
Deeply captivate our emotions,
And sow in us thoughts and manners,
That formulates a character.

Chatter, natter, utter is all she does.
Promises of dreaminess;
Her offer on the table, O you,
Know ye not that, thou art beautiful,
And intelligent and wonderfully made?
Why do you feed off the scraps;
When set before thee, is a banquet?