There comes a time in our lives when we seem to be drifters, our minds invoulentarily drift to wrelms unknown to the mortal cacoons our souls are bound to grace and torment our mother...Azania which we call africa.
This is the one of the first poems i ever wrote in 2004 and placed it on a blog in 2006.
I wrote as i drifted away into a world so beautiful a world so bright...a world I call my poetic sanctuary. For I dream, You dream, the difference is I was dubbed the POETIC DREAMER...
POETIC DREAMER
The poetic dreamer
Is what I am?
My mind closes its eyes
To see the world in my mind
My world of poet dreamers
Walking with their heads in the clouds
Eyes wide open.
In this world your pain you cannot hide.
Walking side by side with fellow dreamers
I walk in my world.
The world of the poetic dreamer
Before I was dubbed the poetic dreamer
I was just a dreamer with normal dreams
I lived in a normal world, but I wasn’t normal
I am not a normal kid
I am a dreamer of note
I dream to escape from the pains of this world
I dream of my own world
A world where words, notions and genuine emotions are painted in the sky
Where genuine emotions and expressions are yours
I was always in a daze, and I still am
I always was and still am poetic
As a dreamer I write.
Transferring my emotions to paper
Poetic and a dreamer
It was my destiny to be the Poetic dreamer.
As a child of destiny
My destiny will be fulfilled.
I am proud to be dubbed the poetic dreamer.
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