"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, September 24, 2010

Banality Or Avant-garde

The brain becomes a stagnant pool
When not challenged or inspired
Perception murky in monotony

Vision impaired without a dream
No sight beyond mundane
Eyes blank their light dulled

Originality swims against the tide
In orthodox’s sea to reach
The shores of ingenuity

Once there it explores to find
That which has never been
Mapping a course to brilliance

Reflection should be given
To see in which domain you reside
Banality littered with dull
Or Avant-garde sparkling in imagination


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