Hallucinations

Reminds me of my younger days

Hallucinations

By Jack Ivey

 

Is it there or is it not

Before my eyes a deluge of inner thoughts converge

Broadcast on an open plain

For lack of words to feign its impossible meaning

 

Does it dance or does it walk

Upon a stair cased flowered veil to deceive

Brilliant the light does mimic

In effervescent golden silhouettes

 

Will it scream or will it sing

Only time will fill the feast with ample solutions

Listen close as mornings find us

Sleeping on empty cartons of a desperate phrase

 

Does it live or does it die

Within my mind the scattered illusions come to bear

Of endings soon to find their path

In freedoms born of cascade truths on darkened city streets

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

Absolutely wonderful, Jack... As always! :)

[icelandicblue]

What is real and what is not that is the question. Do we want something so badly that we are willing for it to take form and is that form an hallucination. I love this line:

Sleeping on empty cartons of a desperate phrase

I understand that phrase all to well. Another stellar poem from you.

[Jack...]

Wow, Anne...this one was way down my list. Thank you so much finding it and sending me your sweet thoughts.

[icelandicblue]

I'm catching up on my RR. Some are from June...it's been a tough summer but I don't want to miss any great poetry.

[Frieda P]

Hmmm reality or fiction, this happens to people quite often it seems, perhaps you have a touch of OMRL...for which there is no cure....one addiction is good, needing a shot of your poetry each day, as always a winner my sweet friend.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much dear Frieda. Yes, sometimes this mind takes a detour to parts unknown. I'm hoping someday it comes back. :)

[Frieda P]

Let me know if you find it, perhaps mine is somewhere in the local vicinity too ;-)

[Jack...]

They are probably hanging out together laughing at us right now.

[Frieda P]

ha I hope they're having fun outside of the asylum....

[Jack...]

I think they are in Belize

[Frieda P]

Geez they have all the luck!

[Jack...]

Well you know what they say..."two minds are a terrible thing to waste"

[Frieda P]

Haven't heard that one, is there a jingle that goes with it?

[Jack...]

"The best part of waking up, is Belize in your cup"

[Frieda P]

Call Jimmy will ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Holly Mason]

aahhhh mushrooms and poetry...Jack you bought the combo meal*)
I have never done mushrooms...just sayin'
quite a nifty write
thank you for sharing fine sir

[Holly Mason]

and I see it say reminds you of your younger days...so how was yesterday?*)

[Jack...]

Yesterday was a long time ago my friend and you are not far off in your assumptions. Thanks so much Holly.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I adore your use of the either of or stance on the subjected realism, well done.

[Jack...]

Thanks Thomas. Just having a little fun with what was sitting around inside my brain.

[Baby Ricochet]

What will it do? Love me or eat me. I don't know, maybe both. i liked this poem.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my good friend.

[Kristin Lee]

Is it there or is it not? Great question...thought I don't think this particular hallucination has any prejudice for age...

I enjoyed this one. It reminded me of a psychedelic trip. Or ramblings through a scattered mind, just like the title would imply. Very well done.

[Jack...]

You may just be very close my friend. Thanks so very much.

[Astro]

Your opening stanza/section caught me right away for I often feel like what thoughts are born in my mind wish to be broadcast but that I find myself with a lack of words to truly define my ideas. I like this one for that part alone.
"Is it there or is it not
Before my eyes a deluge of inner thoughts converge
Broadcast on an open plain
For lack of words to feign its impossible meaning"

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Astro

[Angel]

This one sings a haunting melody...whisps of broken songs i almost remember...but then it screams, and the melody breaks into a thousand shattered notes...
It dances, spinning through my mind...walking with heavy steps as it climbs that stair...
I am left to wonder...will this vision live or will it die...or will it merely sleep on empty cartons of a desparate phrase?
Well done, my multi-talented friend!

[Jack...]

Thanks Angel...and you were expecting a love poem? :) I appreciate your kind words always to me.

[Angel]

LOL, of course, i was expecting a love poem.
You are a very talented writer, Jack...
I believe I might be a bit jealous...it comes too easily to you. Me, I have to work for it.

[Jack...]

It is easy because I say the same thing each time just using different words.

[Brett Pritchard]

I enjoye getting to grips with this.
Lots of images swimming araound within it, an almost intangible quality to it..

Very good piece.

BP

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend.

[Brett Pritchard]

More than welcome sir. 😊
Feel free to pop in and review any of my pieces.
I'd really value the opinion of someone with your craftsman like quality of work.

BP