Online Journal of Poetry
Volume 2 Issue 11 February 2005
 

 

Visions of Dreams
by Issac Morrison


I had been sitting alone with in a rooms full of lies Till doubt set in and engulfed my mind I heard yelling in the distance and felt gloom in hearts around me In the dark, prophetic animals told of the coming Shaved sheep, visionary of the new world order you lift your paws and hooves The earth is your playground god's wrath in innocent clothing Cats and my dogs laugh at your arrival those that hear you don't understand you Walk through your personal fears I touched a vision with no hands

 

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