Imagination

Imagination

A Poem by JR

The desert is a harsh b***h

with long swept hips and a cool

glare I climbed up her thigh

naked and I saw nothing, nothing

to delineate the sand from the sky

nothing moved, no birds could last

only the wind worked its way by

and puckered my skin as it passed,

nothing but wind, and sand, and sky;

And she whispered to me up on her

thigh, this is what it’s like when you die

and I replied, no, this is creation

when you remove all stimulus from

the brain, a little DMT remains

and this is what we call

“imagination.”

© 2020 JR


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Even the desert is full of life if one knows where to look. It might not be the sort of life you'd like to meet up close and personal but it's there. My five year old daughter and I were just examining a broad-headed skink on our porch. He wasn't one bit afraid of us and let us get really close. She had to draw and color him with his olive green body and bright orange-red head once we came back inside. Inspiration from creation stirs the imagination. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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JR

4 Years Ago

Thanks man, yeah, I agree. I've spent a lot of time in Nevada and Utah, and caught plenty of stuff o.. read more



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I sometimes imagine complete empty wastelands where is no humans anything what can live and bothering me. It's always give me total freedom and happiness.

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4 Years Ago

There is a lot of freedom that comes from that, removing ourselves from everyone else. I think it do.. read more
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4 Years Ago

You welcome it's just resonated with my current state of mind . I am actually living in remote wetla.. read more
JR

4 Years Ago

Awesome! Good place to be.
Even the desert is full of life if one knows where to look. It might not be the sort of life you'd like to meet up close and personal but it's there. My five year old daughter and I were just examining a broad-headed skink on our porch. He wasn't one bit afraid of us and let us get really close. She had to draw and color him with his olive green body and bright orange-red head once we came back inside. Inspiration from creation stirs the imagination. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JR

4 Years Ago

Thanks man, yeah, I agree. I've spent a lot of time in Nevada and Utah, and caught plenty of stuff o.. read more

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