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Afflictions and Perspectives

foisted upon her was the merry go round crystal chandelier

it stuck in her beautiful mind like a beacon of flaming desire

of clouds fried by a cuckoo with an indestructible socket

her eyes wide upon pupils dilated endorphins personified

life liberty pursuit of happiness revolutions and counter attacks


the circus crowd in her mind applauded her delirium in jest

behind a curtain of shadows she had collected magical spores

fungus in a magical forest and ingested her opulent harvest

mixed with belladonna and wild garlic she went on a journey

forgot her sorrows devastation and denigration for a short while


altered consciousness mushroomed as the kitchen went pink

orange condensation and the kind violet haze of happy travels

gone were the days of monosynaptic apathy and helplessness

‘waste not want’ your resources and she ingested another bite

engaged in a  mouthwatering mix of promises and prophesies


Adam and Eve had apples and the snake showed true colours

and her  shades of despair vanished in psychedelia and light

so many dots to connect and a jigsaw awaiting puzzles to solve

reality was a myth when nature offered a free ride towards pure bliss

‘when delusion becomes an illusion I am tied to searching for candour


she lit candles and sandalwood incense watched flames and ashes

caressed her cinnamon bark and disappeared in a fog of contempt

for all those doomsayers and hypocrites feasting on power and booze

the goody goody purveyors of dogma boredom and stifling norms

who needed normality when insanity led the way from crazy bedlam


the bed floated on invisible crutches and she cradled the velvety duvet

that had become a flying carpet propelled by dervishes satin and time

infinity cast its ephemeral essence as she seized moon night and day

a warden of rebellion turbocharged and on auto piloted dreams

a non conformist creating her own truth meaning gospel and insight


as she tore into the Buddha’s loin cloth and rotten figs became sweet

Jesus and Mary Magdalene made love under cover of unicorn wings

on songs and a prayer to relinquish a few beads strewn on the sheets

unveiled true love and compassion as they mocked crosses and skulls

drove forth on a Harley on highway 101 towering over the wasteland


she ground bones and sinews into a potion of never ending nirvana

lost track of here and then molded future and past into presents and

gifts from paradise unadulterated by demons and punishing gods

though she had to admit that she worshipped witches and clowns

and laughed at imaginary devils horny on self soothing prescriptions


temple tables turned on a spinning top defeating gravity and arrest

sprung upon her an altar mounted on springs recoiling from myrrh

and frankincense vapours blowing midnight oil on their imposters

perfumed in her own disinhibition she sprinkled a few more stars

into spaced out galaxies of intergalactic and borderless voyages 


when she came down the world had become a different abode

she needed no park bench no food stamps and charity handouts 

which had inflicted so much self worthlessness and pure indignation

she took comfort in  enlightenment mixed with passionate emotions

conceded that the universe had never matched her own expectations


withdrawal was painful and her family friends foes and companions

wanted her certified and confined to a shiny nearby lunatic asylum

the addiction clinic loomed large on now charcoaled skewed sky lines

decreed that self lacerations deserved treatment and sacrificial offerings

but she wondered who were the crazy ones and eloped and vanished


‘I am on my own now call it loneliness solitude solace or freedom’

‘at least I am in charge and control an agent of choice in the matter’

she found a bed in the woods covered in weeds grasses and herbs

turned moss into rolling stones and escaped into her hierarchy of needs

when they found her wondered whether she should have cast the first rock


they injected and electro converted her anything short of a lobotomy

ironically administered psylocybin in their self righteous deceptions

turned her into cabbage with legal pharmaceutics and lawful regimes

chuckled and congratulated themselves because they had bailed her out

‘she created this by herself and we saved her from the menace of drugs’



05th August

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 8/19/2020 6:55:00 AM
- Congratulations on your win in Silent One's contest: INFLICTIONS :) - // Anne-Lise :)
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 8/23/2020 3:45:00 AM
Thanks Anne-Lise. The question is who is the patient, the individual or society.
Date: 8/15/2020 7:44:00 PM
What an imagination Kai, a fantastical journey, what a ride! Congrats on your win!
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 8/21/2020 5:31:00 AM
Thank you John. I appreciate that. I am not as active as I normally am on the soup, because I am finishing a novel at the moment. Kind wishes, Kai
Date: 8/15/2020 4:56:00 AM
Madness! Super impressive. Lewis Carol, eat your hear out, - Kai Michael is light years ahead!!! Unbelievably insane story. Could be fifteen amazing tales. Love the fantastical telling of her wild travels.
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 8/21/2020 5:32:00 AM
Thank you Sigrid. That is such ahuge compliment. And I must say that I never took any of that stuff myself. Kindest wishes, Kai
Date: 8/15/2020 3:42:00 AM
I like how you balance the two throughout the poem and as always you take the theme to a different place... you are a wise poet and one that is thought provoking... Congratulations on your first place in the contest..
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 8/16/2020 1:35:00 AM
Thank you Silent One. I appreciate that. I have never taken any of such stuff and will keep it that way. Must mean that I have a vivid imagination, Kai

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