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Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-
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November 18, 2020 at 12:25am
November 18, 2020 at 12:25am
#998619
An echo of music resonated in the dark.
The chill of the midnight air cavorted on my cheek.
The taillights ahead of us became my benchmark.
Back then I was masterful, now humbly I speak.

Enjoying our drug-induced mystique, we bid adieu.
To the party left behind to explore a mountain trail.
A carload of young men seeing yellow, red, and blue.
It's clear to me now we should've been thrown in jail.

The moonbeams lit up as LSD messed with my head.
As rats crossed the road my delusional friends smoked weed,
For hours I followed twin taillights twinkling red,
Until it was obvious to see the stupidity of my deed.

The sun had ascended and the glimmering was gone,
Another expensive lesson realized at dawn.


November 17, 2020 at 11:44am
November 17, 2020 at 11:44am
#998574
Another morning where there is no warning
Of what type of day is going down
The sun is shining brightly and that's alright
But that might not be enough to prevent a frown.
November 13, 2020 at 3:46pm
November 13, 2020 at 3:46pm
#998289
I recently read a poem written
by a poet celebrated for his talent
I was wowed how he used such big words
to say little to nothing

some people try to impress others by
showing off the biggest words they know
like putting on the latest style of clothes
to look super cool at the disco
a few years later when they look back
everyone laughs at how stupid it was

I'm reminded of those people
at a mobile phone call center who
wear suits while they answer phones
so they can walk around at lunchtime
pretending they're upper management


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