Among the delirious delusions that
are taking advantage of a defenseless mind,
the insoluble burning began after stumbling
upon an island of uneasiness.
Though a dream,
a breathing spell in the midst of an
empty room would be proven insignificant,
especially within the melody that is heard
composed of confusion and offensive descants.
A lean and arrogant man,
with poisonous words leaking from dry lips,
becomes the master of communication;
a pride won by a mere misrepresentation and
irresistible, meaningless conversation.
It was during this time that a familiar
melancholy swept over me like a harsh wind
from a hurricane above the sea.
Yet, still, I still wonder what emotions mean to me.
Supposedly, it is nature’s snapshot of
cheap features trying to generate a luxurious image.
On the contrary,
perhaps that is Mother Nature`s intensions.
Still, disappearing and reappearing
within the margins of my mind
creates the scraps of conversation
and dim satisfaction.
The lies,
The passion,
The intolerable bitterness,
The futility,
The small, trivial aspects of this life
creates a halo of smog from a
chain of cigarettes and pollution.
I've always been irritated by the complacent
remorse that a ripple of a stream of consciousness,
a few healthy accusations,
and a dash of naivetés will chemically and automatically
produce a human being.
