Archive for the Tag 'illusion'

Idle hours

Night falls
And the door of
Loneliness
Opens once more
Wandering thoughts
Leading deeper
Endless hours
Pass by idle
Tears born of
Frustration
Wanting so much
To believe
While truths falsities
Ebb and flow
Raging as the sea
To shed tears of happiness
Heart swollen with joy
From the gift of truth
Another should bestow
But what illusions spring
From a bounty of words
While reading the pages
Of one’s very soul
A beacon in the darkness
Wrapping round [...]

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Richard II

They don’t all float down here, as his mantra would have you believe. Some wrap themselves intentionally, in the dispirited darkness; fighting natures buoyancy that would raise them toward the light. He thrived on being the outcast, for he knew not how to fit; emitted false illusion, so as to sway opinion and perceptions. But [...]

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Depiction

There comes a certain “feel,” no matter where you happen to be, whenever his thoughts turn in your direction.
It starts at the basic level of the flesh; like the cool breeze on a crisp autumn night; tantalizing and chilling all at once.
Your blood pressure rises, heart rate increases, as he sends invisible waves of desire, [...]

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Lockdown

Echoes swirl
Through hallowed
Halls
Bouncing off doors
Inside my
soul
Meaningless words
Wrapped in
Illusion
A singular voice
Bent on spiritual
Intrusion
Bolt the door
Against his
Dark
Shut my eyes
Seek thy
Light

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Mad world

She made the mistake of reading the list of Top Ten News Headlines. Reminded, yet again, of the insanity that surrounds us; the human beasts we are forced to co-exist with. A truth that at times, is almost too much to bear.
Lab worker held in Yale student’s slaying – Mom finds slain bodies of [...]

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Means to an end

With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in.
Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled.
Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body; his platform, [...]

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Broken mirror…

None of it matters
It was all just an illusion
My muse is simply snagged on a shadow
Working her way free…

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The illusionist

He is as far removed from the mirror of her soul as one could possibly be. Having thought to have glimpsed. Seeing only those shadows she chose to reveal. Stopping long enough to gaze at his own reflection. Driven by ego and what he believed she could do for him. Unwittingly baring himself. His ragged, [...]

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Counter clockwise

She watched the pendulum swaying; back-and-forth, back-and-forth, the incessant ticking once maddening now soothing, almost comforting; a constant beacon to cling to when the light faded and her world turned to black; but the beacon an illusion, just as time itself. A man-made tracking device used to run our lives by; but insignificant in the [...]

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