Paradigm Dreams Poem by Jay Aguiniga

Devouring, I feast
Tasting the flavor of the paradigm,
Time and time again.
Towering,
I stand on this man-made bureaucracy,
Dreaming of simplicity,
My future black, a color of obscurity
Salivating, over what used to be.
I dance,
with wolves and eat with the lions.
These ruins we roam,
Gardens disguised by deceived convictions.
A blade of grass cannot grow,
Without a desire to know.
Reverse this river of blindness,
Divert this hunger of madness.
Unhappiness sours my soul,
Every day I slither this road of endless soles.
A faded past,
when I mingled among the sheep,
But this jungle binds one,
in crazed paradoxical sleep.
Searching for that greener paradise,
Scouring, the Satisfaction disappears, I agonize.
Lost in this Michael Angelo portrait,
Pressed beliefs surrounded by Holy writ.
I run until limbs exhausted,
Paralyzed,
I stare at a horizon that is frosted……..