:: Images dance in my head ::

journal entry...

Experiencing spirituralized distortion
In my head your a flickering Television in a static dream.
(braincells masterbating in the cold glow of your being)
While outside the window in my head,
Burning paperdolls dance beside a neon fire.
I am tickled pink by your social disease, your socialising dream, your socialised me.
These ideas scare and amuse me like a pay toilet in a dirty truck stop washroom.
(Pay to be dirty, pay to be unclean)
Self sacrificial manors over wheel me.
You undress a nation with your eyes and I watch from the road.?
You, in your clever and oh so inviting disguise.
I know you, or at least I knew you..
In a different place and a different time...
You seize and conquer like an angry leader
rounding the "troops" into line..
Like tiny headlights among the "thick" stick like trees..
They group into army's..
Mistaken for lighting bugs.
(you remember them.. From your childhood)
And still I watch like an onlooker...
I see you as a child ...as a big baby..
I see through you.. Your tranlucent..
(like Jelly)
And your lips move.. But I no longer hear what they are saying,..
I trace the lines in my head.. Until I hit a display of photo sequenced
mass destruction...and you awake to the sound of a muted world..
I am now a self ordained priest of the twilight.. And I now belong to no one..
And I remember those paperdolls.. I am those paperdolls...
Awake to a new spiritual being.. awake to the sound of the television.
awake to the thought of "stardom" ...as you awake alone

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

incredible writing. your choice of words,unique and enriched with imagery: this is very insightful, poignant . your talent in writing is quite astounding. great job. thanks for sharing!

[Sarah Ramsbottom]

someone i knew that became loved my thousands. A fake I thought I loved... but in the end it was a love I loved to fake!

[Kriss_Rose]

Yet again you write another amazing poem. I love it so much. Who is this about? So good!