I lie here thinking about the world around me,
about the trials and tribulations of the many.
Why should the few have plenty and
the plenty have few? It makes no sense
and yet it is the non-sense that makes
it reality.

Yet as I lie here I am removed from reality
and their pain is mine no more, for I am me
and here I exist in the world I created which makes
me all-powerful, controller of all the many
questions which make no sense.
Then I leave and

even when I vacate my space and
venture out into the harsh world of reality
there is sometimes a residue of that control. A sense
of power that is inherent in all, not just me.
If only we could recognise that we, the many,
are what makes

this world what it is. It is us which makes
the world go round, not the money myth. And
to acknowledge selfishness as the root of our many
failings would help make our reality
a less depressing place to be. For me
this leaves a sense

of hope. There may not be reason to bury our sense
of compassion in the ground… But something makes
me start. Something is wrong, but with me?
No. There is something different here and
I realise my folly. There’s no such place in reality
for these many

dreams. There is but one place that these many
wishes are possible and I was removed from my sense
to miss it. It is here, back in my world, away from reality
where again it is I who makes
the rules. Here, safe in my haven, I can reflect and
think that I am only me

and as there aren’t many of me
I can do little but hope there are others with sense and
that one day unity makes us able to change our reality.

Ryan,

Epic words, the reality of all poets.
Do you believe that your words have power in your world ?
If so then let those words speak for you in the "harsh" world of reality I think you will find that you are not alone at all. Just let the others in.

Havens are to protect, heavens are the prize, open your haven to others and see the floodgates open of like minded people who may or not be your fellow poets.

Remember, there is always hope
Lose your hope, shut your door and throw away the key.
Have faith in your hope, open your door and see who comes "a" knocking.

You are with friends in this forum, so thats a start, your havens door stands ajar.

Hope is eternal, poetry is eternal if you want it to be.

J