LIVING A DREAM

Something macabre is what we feel
Surmounting all
That is not real
Obnoxious are the truths
We lie about
Placating are the storms
That we bear through.

Surreptitious and swift
LIFE PASSES BY
And all we are left with
Is but a mere dream-
A TOUCH OF LIFE
Is all what it seems

Breathing deep
Still feeling the surface
Covering the shards
Of the fallen thoughts.

Still the FABLE GOES ON
As we search for a
SOJOURN
The reason to live
The only reason to give
Trying to live the fantasy
The only
ESCAPE FROM REALITY.

All evanescent are we
Failing all but gravity
Mesmering will not equate
To the love that is
THE ONLY SEDATE.

NO PAIN
NO LOSS
NO SURMISING
NO RUSH - we are insensate.


Still we live
We survive all
Thinking that live
TRYING TO LIVE A DREAM.

LOST

Being phlegmatic seems an illusion
Piqued by the storm
Seems PIED
Is But called CRASS
Talking about the enemy within
Canckering the soul
Venerating the whole

Being perpicuous does not makes
A PLACEBO
Living piecemeal everyday
Pining for the forgotten me
Plaintive of the sustenance
Digressed over mere existence

Mendacious is what becomes
Of the with desultory lies
Plagiarising is but an analogy
When you copy the one at apogee
Reaching the nadir of detractio
Hurts little as an infraction

Discerned by peruse
Found by an obsequious pertinent
Is but said for what
IS LOST

Abjected abdicated HURT
Wrenched -is who I am
I am living for who
I AM

No Pylon
No guide
All Quandry-Just PETRIFIED
More deeper than my skin.

Prying down inside
Ferreting-DEEP
Queasy by search
Fading away in evanescence

Now Quietude settles in
Quips just FREEZE
Am no TRAITOR TO DEMISE
True are the lies
Exhumed from deep inside
QUIVERING under duress
Rallying against time
I am LOST!!!