The ramblings of a late night something or other...
Reality verses illusions...
Which is real?
What constitutes
"Being Real?"
The definition that's been
passed down generations
in a well known text
by an unknown author
What of the senses...
To touch, taste, smell
That which you think is
or perhaps desire
Someone once said
the senses are "overrated"
joining the ranks of
all else I suppose
underpaid & unappreciated
What then of experience...
Moments collected
like seashells
only to play again
while holding it
against the ear
heart of echoes
to hear
or the ghost that
haunts the shell
of what was...or wasn't
Trapped or frozen
tossed & caught
reminders of freedom
that of the ocean
Legs or fins...
To end or begin
An infinite loop of
eternal repetition
like thoughts
voices, sounds
bound
To sink or garble
until it is no longer
recognized
desensitized
and poof it's gone
like a 2-bit magic trick
Mirrors & smoke
rabbits & false hope
How to step outside...
Bare feet on hot concrete
jump on the cool grass
land on a bee
true story
every time with me
pulling stingers from flesh
feeling bad for the bee
Did it even exist?
If it doesn't then
how do I
remember or carry on
at all?
Small
blips
of matter...mattering?
Here or there
Why care?
What of muses...
Medicated excuses
to be inspired from beyond
I call your bluff
show your hand
take mine
It's just a rental anyway
small price to pay
for an undetermined stay
Am I awake when I'm asleep?
Am I asleep when I'm awake?
I've been in two places at once
a traveler of sorts
frequent flyer of the mind
ships without ports
1-part reality, 1-part illusion
all the ingredients for a perfect delusion
There's too many cooks
in the kitchen
detectors of smoke and all
that vanish into manmade contraptions
alarmed...unarmed
Do you feel safe now?
How ‘bout now??
I wonder if the bunny likes being pulled from the magic hat & shown another world by a magician performing an act for those seeking magic in their so called reality...or illusion...