Dancing Off Center Staged Delusions

Poetically fractured retractions
   gnashing night prayers, 
scribbling braille,
     written sideways
 dipped amid holy water retention,
compromising statements
     of disbelief's proclamation
spinning music the color
     of nakedly sick psycho, yet
burnished souls keep on ticking
   half past total trade-offs
   in a spoonful of smoky reflections
         sans sugar's acid trip,
anointed of rose red 
        bloody false pretenses
dancing off center 
       in disillusioned
   pirouettes of pseudo redemption,
whirling out of control on
         staged tapestry's loftiness
surrendered ballet slippers 
        in blistered half promises,
as twisted metaphors sprightly
       tuned out spun anomalies
below birds on a rusty wire tweeting
     admissions of cobalt blue executions,
rendered inky alterations' inquisitions 
        'pon pedaled pink fluff profundity,
exhaling paroxysms of engaged poetry
    in vehemently enraged deliverance,
naught one is ever as they seem
  through pigmented film 'neath
    figment's imagined looking glass
           of ingratiated grand delusions
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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October 10, 2016 at 4:40 PM
It is most definitely hyperbole, Paloma but true. None of us are as we appear to be:)
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October 10, 2016 at 4:53 PM
True, you probably look like Johnny Depp in real life and I'm Angelina Jolie. ;)
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October 10, 2016 at 2:08 PM
This one had me spinning as I read it. Your poetry is very unique and extremely creative. At times it appears abstract to me in a Jackson Pollock sort of way. It always leaves a little to the imagination, allowing thoughts to dance about in my mind.
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October 10, 2016 at 2:34 PM
Whoa, my poetry compared to a Jackson Pollock painting, now I'm the one who's dancing, thanks so much!
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