MONDERGREENS

We've long lost the dialect of our dreams

So we wander through reality

Writing, wording our world

In blurry mondergreens

Cruching on what we settled on

While painfully starring at the X-Ray

Of our broken dreams

Constantly flooded by a stream of screems

From our inner voice 

grazing upon mondergreens

Hopefully by the push of every scream

We are propelled towards 

a scentful souljourn

Journaling the semantics of soul

A travelog to transform 

the hell hole

Into wholesome wholeness

The lingering lonliness

Into an anchoring aloness

That allows us to gather 

at the festivities of pulsating forms

Without becoming deaf to 

the vase that houses our inner voice 

The forest that flowers our wildest dreams

So that we may become beaming beams

Bliss beautified beings 

Enlightened expansive earthlings 

Mubarak@Defpoetsink 25 June 2020