Intoxication* of what had evaporated before my eyes,
I was beaming more than headlights on a foggy night.
reflections of what I had done were instilled in thought.

Collected in black and white stillness, a collage of
madness was instilled within each frame.
ecstasy of perceptions now bathed in a crimson glow.

Was it an institute of pleasures that hung over my
being? No exhilaration of what was a repercussion
of glee that they had perceived, denial of actions.

Some now not outliving my disagreement  of actions,
relaxation pooled in my consciousness.
Lessons were paved with tranquillity of my surroundings.

They took my possession, teddy was my only friend,
bliss was upon my reactions as I cuddled teddy.My poor
little one they got blood on you, no one will take you again.

This is that remarkable shish,
Extra ordinary type of writing,
That makes me feel some type away,
With my thoughts, solitary.

Befuddled by my own mindset conspiracy
Contradicting predicaments.
No Coachella for me,
My thoughts on parole,
Lost in a pandemonium with pious fiends
Blunted thinking of the known, unknown,
Unknown of the known, unknowns.
Things that we know we don't really know about.
At that time I felt like somebody chose me,
Feeling amorphous as a "POET"should be.

As it is written,
I am gifted,
I know it's fugazi
Come learn something...

Today I feel self-contained,
Now I'm in my golden age,
As dear old Einstein would say,
The Earth moved, but the chicken stayed,
Chookas, adieu and good day!