This poem was inspired through the powers of our subconscious. Many of these very images came to me through a somewhat irrational series of dream scenarios. Although some events were disconcerting, with a positive attitude each resolution ended optimistically. Through surrealistic symbolism I wandered by theses images with reflection and harmony mastering any illogical subconscious interference.

OPTIMISTIC SURREALISTIC

Initiating due purpose
with the exhibition of chosen virtues.
Enveloping a precious nucleus
excluding illusions we claim as abstruse.
Inducing idealistic repercussions
echoing through valleys of renunciation.
Reckoning the bizarre meteorology to introduce
the arrival of winds so tumultuous
stirring the Earth in condemnation.
The garden of perfumes will blossom as gorgeous
as the odors it exudes in glorification.
Rejecting the powers of the pretentious
posing as a form of intelligence
debasing the principles of a simple truce.
Accepting the wonders of the relentless
who project their magnifying karma.
Alleviating the restless while we induce
a peaceful source of consequence.
Fumbling through scripts of lost drama
creating an antiphonal panorama
seductive in its persuasiveness.
Enshrouding the last glimpse of hope
as a henchman raises his noose.
However between his provocations
the lamb enters through a spectroscope
spewing rainbows as if to produce
a ludicrous level of preposterousness.
Talented strutters primp their strokes
while offering honors to the unarmed.
Unassumingly engendering mysteries to invoke
a conceptual revolution without ringing the alarm.
The order of the embedded precedence
will precipitate and promptly diffuse
resulting in a cherished residence
for the angelic and the chosen few.
Gifting prophets with a subjective presence
nevertheless we enamor them in magnificence.
Embalming the proprietors of Preservation Hall
Exciting the contemplative so deeply enthralled
Propositions of an intuitive quest
have reinstated the humanistic test
of non-prejudicial ritualistic cues.
As we hark the distant beckoning call,
throngs of geniuses will soon resolve
each dissonance to its puristic best
disappearing like a shooting star at nightfall.