Klishmaklaver

A wide-eyed dream, Is more like a vision, A soothing reverie, A fanciful musing, Of the future imagining, A picture now I can see. Can you see what I see? The future that I dream, World of my imagining, A heartening vision, A wishful musing, Let me stay in this reverie. A vague idea formed in reverie, It’s fruition I wish to see. Not a baseless musing, Not a worthless dream, It’s a positive vision, A united world in my imagining. Peaceful and free existence in my imagining, No conflicts over borders, in my reverie. I meditate on this vision, Hoping you too shall see, Share my wide-eyed dream, And join in this musing. Once it is everyone’s musing, Reconciliation I’m imagining, Then it’ll be time for this dream, To realize; rising from reverie, All will wake and see, Work to enliven this wonderful vision. Takes conviction for a vision, To not remain just a musing. End of terorrism and violence I see, Infinite lo...

What gets you through the day is motivation What sees you through a lifetime is inspiration Pearls of wisdom coined to inspire An idol so perfect to admire Lessons well- imbibed saw him through He has left a treasure behind for you Take that example placed before you Make it a source of constant motivation Crest and trough to sail through Keep in sight your inspiration Every good to learn from and admire Some deeds and many words that inspire  A successful idea may also inspire And for life may stay with you A success story to admire Pointers to take for self-motivation Take it to heart for inspiration And from the stereotype break through Sea of Nay-Sayers you got to sail through And one day see that you inspire Others look up to you for inspiration One day that idol could be you That day give others liberal motivation Shine through for them to admire The mundane no one will admire The rules you got to break through Aim high with recharged motivation Do the new to inspire Wi...

" Must you, like a fish, drink?" She asks, her voice so feeble. He cares less to stop and think. His tongue slurs and mouth dribbles. He seems an incurable addict. With him, no future to predict! No horoscope needed to predict, His health failing with each drink, He has succumbed, the addict. With each sip he grows feeble. Out of his hands life dribbles, Still he cares not, to think. It is very sad to think, Unlike what the horoscopes predict, To him, her protests are only dribbles. More than her, he loves his drink. Their bond too is growing feeble! Life in vain with a vane addict. Before her eyes, wastes the addict. It’s time for her to think. His chances of survival feeble, Is what people predict. She has to get him off his drink. His gaping mouth on the table, dribbles.  She smashes the bottle, it dribbles. She almost abhors this addict. “Give up this mephitic drink It's time to wake up and think. Before there's only death to predict” She orders, not at all...