Poem: Dream by Tpage Flaminton

Hear i conspire for the good of mankind
In fountains of thoughts with the wise ones
Complete this mission to set minds free
I thread even in the ugly paths of pain

Unleash the pleasure and dine in peace
Far from the cries and tears of needs
Pathetic souls food I serve
A noble man i yield to be

Dress in sack cloths and silk
Chained with labor and pains and grieve
Prisoner from the south end side
Jail a home of pride I see

Sitting on this noble Throne of Lust
Looking down through my window pain
The gardens of Green my eyes behold
The wind my skin appraise

Who tapped my happy skin this moment?
Who called me up from this world afar
Back in my Jail cell I see the walls
A dream i woke from a paradise afar.