Technicolor Dreams & Other Thoughts: Poetry

I'm idiosyncratic,
an amnesiac lost in
space and wondering
what I'm doing here
in this technicolor dream
that keeps me holding
onto someone else's vibe

If I feel here,
if I fall here,
how exactly and I going
to reach the heavens to
see anything else?

Its all a mystery,
something I don't quite
understand
and I wish I could turn off
my mind so I could think

~

What pieces of April are left
lying here in scattered
fragments in the dust?
Can you hold yourself rigid,
wait to be emancipated
from the deluge of emotion
and the barrage of the incomplete?

~

Am I here to witness
grand things or echo
the message of peace?
Am I a silent minion,
a soul devoid of all sorts
of compassion
for the Queen of Hearts
in Wonderland's Isle?

~

Random verse that holds
every desire
and every whim,
if these things were only
slower
If only the world were
less defined
Then maybe the worlds
would flow so easily
over rocks and blade...

~

It's just poetry,
a dime a dozen
From a writer's thoughts
whose personality is
imagining
what it would be like
to be liberated
from a mental cage
I'd mistaken for a doorway

~

We are all here in
the chorus of angels
and the laughter of the damned,
So who will you hear
and who will hear you?

~

Of All the things I wish
and all the things I think,
if my mind could melt
into the heart of compassion,
if my head carried no whim at all,
what would I do?

~

I feel so alone sometimes,
swept up ina world whose
mechanisms I don't understand
It takes every ounce of my
willpower not to back
into a corner,
cover my ears and scream
So if I've but one wish
to utter
then it will be that I
can think just enough
to remember who I really am

~

I have to believe that
there is some resolution to
all of this,
that when they say
"Follow your bliss"
it isn't all in vain
Because to keep reaching
for something forever out
of reach is just too
somber a thought to withstand...

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