synthetic horizons

01/2012

Plastic sun-rays pierce through Kodak skies

and scores of perfect, swift soaring clouds.

Illuminating my pallid skin and my numb sight

for what seems like the first time in ages.

Vivid scenery greets me, all laid out in

a painstakingly familiar sense of somewhere.

This vile I've choked down is hollowing out

inside me, bringing me closer to necrosis. 

Until then I will wander these synthetic horizons

brought on from imagination and hallucinogenics.  

With people that walk to different tunes, selfishly

giving in more to the machine instead of life.

It's just another fake day in this empty city

so lets get wasted and forget our dilemmas.

The darkness that spills from my eyes is the

only remnant of a reality that is dying within.   

Author's Note

Reviews

[Otsana]

Your writing is very descriptive and this helps bring out the emotion in your poem. I feel as though in the line "Illuminating my pallid skin and my numb sight for what seems like the first time in ages" there is positivity but it has been out ruled by all the negative that you are witnessing around you "With people that walk to different tunes, selfishly giving in more to the machine instead of life". Great poem!

Very good! Josh, I like this write. You make clear here in a brilliant way, the contradictions of life, and all facets they can be in your mind.... nice metaphors, and lyrical high. Fully enjoyed!

[Ruth]

Oh hon!
Amazingly saddening but at the same time, delivered with a heart that understands and has a flexible viewpoint!
This is amazing as all of your work is, hugs xoxo

[EMMIE]

This is awesome...as always. It's something I think we can all relate to. It's deep and so true. Thanks for sharing

[Hayley]

Cuts deep to the heart. Truly.
This life seems so fake, and sometimes we just need to find something, anything, that brings us closer to the illusion that we are really living.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

It's just another fake day in this empty city so lets get wasted and forget our dilemmas. So true and how so many feel. Wonderful words.

[Lily Mae]

Very strong and then in the middle I feel the numbing and the resignation of watching the people just buy into the machine.. Funny how in society we have to numb ourselves to either fall into place or try to forget our place..xx great write Josh..x

[limbalring]

As if truly living is more the exception than the rule...in a world where altering your chemistry is your best bet at respite. Flawlessly expressed. This is a brilliant poem. Wow.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the thoughts and the direction of this poem. Sometime better to walk alone then follow the sheep. No weakness in this poem. Just strong words provoking thoughts and desire. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[SkinlessFrank]

I catch the sentiment. Yes, all this plastic only makes one feel like floating on one of those rubber inflatable mats in a sea of embalming fluid. Time to toss it all out and build a castle of wooden beams on a nice stone foundation.

[Draven]

I love the video. Its cool.
This is an interesting work. Dark, and altogether fascinating.