Category: Altered States

Black Moth Super Rainbow

Is a flare of gumption
Despite dysfunction

Within eyes on a target
Invariably having lost it

Nonetheless pragmatic
Within crackling static

For why else are we here
But to laugh and jeer at

Interferences which
Disregard harmony?

At last able to assess
Noting inability to rise

Above the mess in my life
Pressed underneath duress

Another quarter completes
Without accomplished feat

Yet I foolishly or bravely
Que up to go for it again

Sometimes I’m set off course
But then I back up and search

Hardened rocks for scuff marks
Sifting sands for dropped gems

“I am plumb out of auto-sustain.”

Standing on a peak, planning in a pause.

She had to get over this tendency.

“The ones that I have give double vision – even when I clean them – but, I still need them.”

Real life
Real issues

“I made a mistake in calculations, and now overdrafts for minor amounts are hitting.

‘This one’s on me.'”

I toil against the odds
But where’s the love
I want in my arms?

The assumption that if something ‘feels the same,’ it will not shift to greater gains.

“It’s different?”

“It’s hard to live on faith alone.”

“It is strange that every day often repeats same or similar tasks of previous days – and that there is only so far that we can streamline.

This observation is likely the type that leads members of society into strapping into a chair with barely any movement to live virtualy.”

“The day’s tormenting migraine torsion has at long last relented.”

“Not quite ‘out.'”

“Today was productive, but surpassing limitations.”

“Tomorrow is such a day.”

“Madly desiring – yet kept separate.”

“That’s that – back to my garden.”

“I make good decisions.”

“I think I may be mad at myself.

But then again, there’s smoke in the air.”

“It’s another! Criminy!”

(Another support got interfered with)

“‘Keepin’ it real.'”

“Has got me feeling short-sighted.”

“I have no idea how to get out from under the weight of self categoruzing when I am struggling to overcome so much and look haggard.

I’m not 40, back when I just reached a new prime – yet everything got dumped onto its head.

Since then, I’ve been in some version of a constant battle in a war that never seems to end.”

“Who I was before is disappearing in the mirror – which has been causing me great distress as I keep taking hits.

But maybe at this point, I should just welcome it.

Whomever I am becoming will be stronger in new dimensions.”

“Being an air sign pushed into constant flight makes it hard to know when and where to seek solid ground.”

“Caught between gardening or medical appt.”

“What got into my eye?”

“It seems that I have an eye infection.”

Suspended by pillows
Seeking sleep’s release

“My nice black shoes with skirt outfit and plush, leather-handled black bag were taken from the gym locker.”

“What I’m ‘supposed to’ do.”

“An irritaing commercial comes on with the whiney voice saying, “why does the blahblahblah still yadayadayada?” in an attempt to garner my undeserved attention.

What I want to know is why has intentional lisping of good, solid language and idiotic ignorant verbosities’ waste of precious quality time become deemed as appropriate for advertising?”

“How can it take hours to do dishes, upgrade a pre-prepared meal, and make boxed mix cookies?

Granted, I added more ingredients – but it did not look like there were that many dirty dishes!”