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Old 21-12-2019, 03:02 PM
Joe Mc Joe Mc is offline
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Ariaecheflame
inspired by an actual homeless man

Pshycadelic dreams in
All colours of the rainbow
Keep me company on the daily!

Strange thoughts, curious connections,
Blue lightening sightings in the distance...
Enlighten and connect neurons...
Loosening resistance...
Firing, inspiring, wild, wild pathways!

My mind is alive with
Daydreams for peace and moving pictures of
Silver towns raised from the dust -
Invisible streams of consciousness wake me up
To fresh possibilities.

My earth life melds into
Adventures of a mind which carries me
Into new territories...

None of it compares though
To the story of a homeless man...
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I met a homeless man who
Somehow shared even stranger visions then me?!
He left his home and ran away
Into the forest without a plan...

He spent years sleeping on the forest floor,
Face covered in leeches...
And a mind full of hallucinations
Then one day his sight was restored and he wandered home...

When he returned, he opened his mouth
For the first time in
Ten years!
His words fell out and hit
The fan of
Polite society...
The shiny fan of
Polite society fell apart as
It crashed down and fell
Into disrepair..

Those who knew him well...
Did not despair

For his words ruptured and fractured
The fabric of society...
He walked in
Golden robes and
Left behind stories of kindness...
For some it was a story which
Caused self induced blindness!

His story lives on today...
A homeless man
With a beacon song!
Capturing all of our stories into
One and rendering us
All silent without
Resistance...
Captivated by stories and dreams of a
Peace filled existence.



https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0b_9VQcnQZY


Very nice writing, lyrical and rich ..rich like a christmas cake Both of your poems are nice, simple and strong, very good writing , hooray !
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