There's just enough truth
in the travesty to allow one to sympathise
There's glitter sprinkled
on the floor dropped by the glittering
fireflies.
Insomnia has never been fond of Daydreamers like myself
Insomnia has never been fond of Daydreamers like myself
On the table lies
glittering memories, arranged in a row
Corrupted by despair,
tormented by human cruelty, seeking salvation in a kind of simple
good-heartedness .
Haunting nightmares with unsettling twists of logic, symbolism
and night and thoughts sometimes add up to nothing more than confusion.
From self-inflicted addiction, to a holy premonition ,spun with the
meanderings of a handful of fictitious nobodies
Experiencing lucid dreams ,too
thirsty to drink, once bitten, twice shy.
There is fiction
with friction, jaggedness, juice, and those of us who have made our way beyond
reality
I will externalize my
consciousness, to set it down in words.
Defeating our demons, is beautiful to behold ,the
irritability never relents
Divine intervention or
diabolic redemption?
Bluntness is a
misdirection that underlines the depth of my empathy
The process of mentally freeing myself from an insidiously
limiting self-mythology.
Can you keep a secret my
love ?
Come closer, let me tell you
Let me press my finger to your lips,
Let my lips brush your ear,
Let me whisper what you already know,
But I know you long to hear.
Come closer, let me tell you
Let me press my finger to your lips,
Let my lips brush your ear,
Let me whisper what you already know,
But I know you long to hear.
You should not expect a conventional emotional
catharsis, as it would violate my forlorn sense of life as a maddening puzzle
with little solution.
