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dilshé Nov 2021
Presence isn't felt
though days pass
& glaciers melt.
time is hypothetical
unless each tic is eyed
-  highly unethical.
The ebb & flow of life
deception at its best
realization is the knife
that cuts the moments thread.
dilshé Oct 2021
Myth of dense forest terrain
anomaly creature, inexplicably inane
8ft grizzly humanoid primate
resides in queer & eerie climates
emanating the putrid stench of death
Its' presence will have you gasping for breath.
Strange disturbances in electric fields,
the camera glitches, recording squeals...
in the distance, a blood-curdling roaring howl
that even silences the consistent night owl
midnight in a forest cabin; awake with dread
as the Sasquatch peers through the window
across your bed.
after binging on multiple bigfoot documentaries.
dilshé Oct 2021
Thoughts of the Tesseract,
mutilated the brain
Blind to the 4th Dimension,
curiosity drove me insane
We're so engrossed in enigmas
that we can't unravel.
Space & time subways,
in lightyears is how I'd like to travel.
Universe captivates,
dim minds under the weight,
A slim scope of existence
inside this Icebox of a mind,
                                     it resonates.
dilshé Oct 2021
I heard they make you see
Other- worldly realities
preposterous portals packed in a pill
trips to unknown lands & whimsical hills

enchanted chance of instant escapism
experience the thrill - blind surrealism
distorts imagery, the walls melting away
colours that don't exist, paint the day

Glimpses of the truth of the universe
takes you to multi- dimensions unrehearsed
Infinite feelings - euphoric
And in the moment is where you frolic
All in a few micrograms of these
clandestine chemicals..

Which I know aren't meant to be glorified
but if they had no consequences at all
no complications or dangers,
Wouldn't you swallow one or two
If that was the case, honestly I  would too...
dilshé Oct 2021
A mural of faint galaxies
behind my eyelids
vaguely sparkle
like the static of tv -
it isn't darkness
nor is it imagery...
It's nothing
but, what is nothing?
Like bedsheets pulled over
the pupil & iris
staring at a ceiling of
subtly glitching galaxies
Just a thought
dilshé Oct 2021
Victims of hearing damage
sounds muffled through unopen ears
Minds of intransigence, unwelcome rampage
Misconceptions of all that one hears
Why can't we speak our words with understanding
every discussion's bound to turn to debate
brick walls of our entitlement clash
How can peace reign when we keep confiding in hate?
Question your theory please & I'll question mine
Let's contemplate, negotiate with handshakes & wine,
Here, grudges & conflict are made easier than amity-
than tranquility & unity & all that's sublime.
dilshé Oct 2021
2000's baby just turned 17
but I'm either 5 or 55
& there's no in between.
One starry collision -
gone Supernova,
created a cosmic being
never-ending nova.
365 X 17 days on Earth
3 yrs till, 2 decades in being.
Time flew unforeseen -
from the moment of birth
Forever a childish soul...
though each minute is
eternally fleeing.
:)
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