Had nothing far ahead Had nothing close by Chasing a dream, I was framing my world Actions and thoughts were governed, perfect To me, I was a normal Normal was every day too
On April 1, I got accepted Thus started magic on me Paranormal, euphoric Who cares, how I was to the rest? LHC started inside my head Releasing God particles New words, New feelings started to run my veins Intoxicated Semiconscious Was I.
Was it a black magic? Sure, It was something new A fuel for active brain.
I was not poet, then it happened. Shared frommy Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflection, 2018.
A town filled with degenerate and clowns, where stars shine bright and street lights are nowhere in sight. Drunken buffoons, swarming the saloons, stirring up chaos with their little spoons. Lost actresses turning into brainless waitresses, the common conversation turning into nothing more, than the gossip of your ever fashionable *****. Stay too long in this dystopian filled town and you'll find yourself growing old and bored, dying internally like a cancerous plague, waiting for the zombies to rise. Not aware that the zombies are here, alive and well, roaming the streets, ever so disguised, make eye contact and prepare to die.