Tripped

I stumbled

over our history

didn’t mean

to leave it on the floor

where anyone could find it

After Death (1) – Where am I?

My mind — bluish wobbly-dizzy;
An excruciating numbness
sojourn in my brain
A nightmare? – I thought…
More pragmatic
than an anarchistic dream
A nihilistic delusion
A fabricated illusion;
My mind pugnaciously conscious
hops between the idealistic realism
and exaggerated emotional surrealism

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Dimension

.

Dimension

Where colours call

with kaleidoscopic  Charisma

This Fluid Mind

Who are you?
Making spears of this fluid mind
I aim on my own jelly heart

Who are you?
Making honey of this fluid mind
I pour into my famished heart

The Diamond Chasm

.

Glimmer Fast and Spiral Hard

In the Diamond Chasm of Inspiration,

Grasping at the Faintest Light

Of Gentle Degradation

The Dragon

She stands in Silence
‘Neath Eaves of Fragrant Balm,
Her Thoughts a tangle
Of chaotic Calm,

Escape to Reality

 

Watch the people

Watch

Who they aren’t in public

Who they are in private

How they love each other

and hurt each other

 

Phantasm

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Simple Truth

life, a long house of mirrors
one way laid, to be out
to bump wrong, inevitable

The Illusion

The Illusion

Hearts Apart
too far to realise
how close they truly are

A Time For Everything

Ideas of beauty

A picture of words

Illusion of bounty

A dream with songbirds

An attraction too soon

A passionate affair

Thoughts tied to a balloon

Blind to justice, unfair