Normalcy is about to end,

Rendering a new painting,

Real or pretend?

My train is about to come,

Whether I’m ready or not.

Here we go, find a comfy spot.

 

Thunder rumbles as thoughts begin to tumble.

Let’s go, get this over with.

Two, three hours tops right?

Hah, too late now, let’s take the slap to the face and see.

 

Boom….

 

Take my heart into your own.

Eat my flesh down to the bone.

Engulf my energy writing prose,

With the pens I once knew as my own

 

Beating stops as death greets with open arms.

Hug me close as I meet my beautiful maker.

With the light that is my mother, my father,

Spirits engulf my brothers and I, as I die an unholy martyr.

 

Iridescent light pierces through reality,

Couldn’t be described with the most perceptive creativity.

Minds melt into the golden pot

Sifting through each other with ultimate freedom.

 

Can’t see, can’t hear, can only feel.

Light becomes touch as auditory becomes ocular,

Tasting vibrations and smelling sounds,

Explosion of senses as senses become a distant memory.

 

Sensory pathways fade and at the same time become clear,

As death rings in metaphorical ears.

What once was is lost, but what now is- is now clear.

Tripping stumbling where am I?

 

Brain shift!

 

Frodo meets Gandalf and the Fellowship continues

Lord of the Rings is real right?… Might be my only temporary reality… Maybe?

Happy light, bright, dark, eyes closed head bowed,

Neck supports the paradoxical universe on shoulders of earthly bone.

Help me out of this because I’m lost!

 

All fades to black for a moment.

In a dorm now, I know this… but whose?

Ahh yes, It must be mine… or maybe a friend’s?

Yes definitely a friend’s.

 

I’m stuck here now.

Trapped. Don’t know which way’s home.

Probably in East but who really knows?

Not I, not you, not him, not her.

 

Their faces watch, laughing, probly is pretty funny!

Not to me though as demons pull apart my heart.

Beating like a drum… Wait… I thought it stopped,

Guess not, thank God!

 

Chair is my only link to the living world.

Legs twitching, toes curled, stress now takes hold,

One last time lightning rides down my shaking spine

This better stop soon, I have things to do.

 

Sunday morning 7a.m., snap back to reality,

Temporarily.

Enough to get home right?

Yes, a bed waits, a real bed I think.

 

Journey time now.

Walk back, East is a sea of hate right now.

Why?

Beats me, they just want to watch, to see what happens.

 

Buildings scrutinize my every move,

Calling me a liar, they’re not even alive.

What do I have to prove?

Unless they do indeed live, breath, and move.

 

Consciously contemplating my careless caressing of memories melted, morphing behind closed eyelids while dreams dance daringly in front of decrepit demoralizing opinions shot from greasy agrarian guns… -What??

All while they watch me.

 

Nah, nobody’s watching.

I’m back now, I think.

Roomate’s gone, must be at work.

BED. NOW. SLEEP.