Smoke and mirrored glass
Despection is in my house
While all the while
my mind is swollen
from the pain
I can’t stand the
shape I’m in
But I can’t seem
to stop it either
I am so confused
till I can’t relaxed
enough to sleep
Smoke and mirrored glass
My sleep is haunted
by the demon pills
A toilet mind
is a toilet flushed
To take another pill
is to smoke a glass
in a reflection of
a mirrored mind once
My sleep is haunted….oh how I know this. Yes Sir.
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Thanks taggart
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Oh, my gosh…the torment…your words pierce the heart. Powerful, powerful.
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Thank you Robin
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Pain, both mental and physical, is a very old acquaintance of mine; can’t call it a friend. I sense another consistenty tormented soul writing…. Fear not; true freedom is the release from pain; in my experience, pain always passes, if we endure, whereupon freedom becomes a new-again gift…
I believe I got sent over to see your work by Thumbup, and liked whatever I saw…. which, when you left a comment over on ECR, confused me a bit, until I came back to check out the About page…. I like your art, so, I’ll be back, though perhaps not often…. I’m limited in surfing time, due to physical constraints, but, will eventually show up…. When I do, I usually will comment, unless Thumper’s Mom’s Rule applies…
See ya ’round WP….
gigoid, the dubious
😎
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Like wise my friend
It’s all in a day of pain
I happy to have another listen ear
I will stop by to hit the follow button
Soon
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No worries; time is….
gigoid
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Thank you for your consideration
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OOOOooooo Sheldon, I keep trying to “follow” you but nothing seems to happen, so finally tonight I saw that to follow you I must go to my reader. HaH! Anyway, I very much enjoy what I’ve seen so far so will come back somehow. Who knows I might even learn to use my Reader….. Yours in Faith and Happiness…….NOT! ~~dru~~~
ps Where is Thumb, I’m having withdrawal symptoms.
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She stays busy
not sure where she is
Thanks
See you on the other side of creativity
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I wish, I haven’t got a bone of creativity…good word… maybe a sliver but I’ll be here or there or far thee well. ~~dru~~
Well until we meet on the other side, don’t actually believe in that but hell it plays well.
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This is sublime!
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Thank you daisy
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Daisy I’m doing this backwards
But right now it’s as best as I can do
I hope your skies are as blue as mine
As Sheldon Usual
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❤
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I agree with Daisy! The last three lines pack a punch!
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Thank you Robert
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This is a terrific poem. I tweeted it @bakeandwrite.
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Wonderful writing…love the format of your blog.
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Thank you
See you on the other side of creativity
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fine work ….
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Thank you my friend
See you on the other side of creativity,The Professional Cannon
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It is both a wonderful interpretation as well as tormenting, in that it always surrounds us in our thoughts and images.
My 1st time to your site, and I think it will be a bit on the unusual side, heh.
My friend Arthur (When Apricots Had Wings), also puts several dimensions into his collages, creating quite an abstract world to view.
I have never really enjoyed his art that much, and his writings sometimes leaves me confused, yet it is still all art.
With thousands of bloggers for me to visit with, I’m struggling to get to them all. However, I’m sure we’ll meet on the other side, and perhaps share stories.
Thank you for the like, even though my mind attempts to aesthetically re-arrange the abstract into logic for me.
Today starts my 9th week of regular blogging. namkcorb@wordpress.com
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