I rose through the ranks ready to rumble
Panama is ours! I yelled into a jumble
Are you delirious asked a mob of thirty-three?
Guess I am for I just had my Fox News lobotomy.
diagnosis without conviction
evidence without logic, reticence...
conflicting? yes, negativists, they are....!
Dark designs of a diverted dichotic mind
Delves deeper into dangerous detrimental delirium
Devious diseased disability discriminates
Dungeon like din disagrees with daydreams
Feeling doubtful, depressed and downcast
Dubious death is in a difficult dilemma
Denial does not deserve double debacle
Delusional demeanour denounces dereliction
Despicable despondence disseminates discord
Disconcerted doldrums makes me distraught
Demoralising depravity derails derangement
Dysfunctional dissonance brings doleful disaster.
07.23.2020
Delirious was the daze between
the ones I loved the years I’ve seen
frogs toads and a wedding queen
delirious was daze the between.
Delicious were the fruits of youth
in pursuit of youthful truth
mysteries, a clueless sleuth
delicious were the fruits of youth.
Destiny a littered path
strewn with life and aftermath
stepping-stones hormonal wrath
destiny was a littered path.
And so it went as it was meant
often somewhat misspent
no arguments I’m content
and so it went as it was meant.
Delirious on a High Hill
I dreamt I stood on the apex of a
cliff.
The wind, howling madly and my
chiffon, purple scarf with gold stars
was completely adrift.
I was in the center of a glorious
pink whirling tornado,
With the love of my love coming
toward me.
The sun settling gently, the clouds
tenderly magenta and gold.
He was carrying white roses for me,
that's what the gypsy foretold
We embraced and the flowers fell
so softly to the ground.
I held onto him tightly as the multi-
colored tornado, whipped us all around!
I breathed a deep sigh and then
I awoke to find him under the rose
comforter, right next to me.
My life force, my love, my forever
existential destiny!
June 26, 2019
6pm PST
Delirious with serenity!
Fully accepting me, with no alterations.
Not searching for others validation.
A delightful, sunny, inner vacation!
5/25/2019
9:30am PST
"I was in constant pain,
With no gain,
I wanted relief,
but with no belief,
I started hiding it."
"Thus i drew some lines on my body,
Until it became a hobby,
It helped me to hide,
As I cried,
Nothing seems to be bright anymore."
"Couldn't find happiness,
Falling into a deep delirious,
All I see in the darkness that bounded me are,
My Wounds..."
How do you pour the ice out,
Without spilling a glass like a spout?
Simple, I simply drink till it's all out,
Then as I cry I give a shout.
How do you pour the sauce out,
Without making the chef pout?
Simple, I simply gobble as I pigout,
Then I satisfactorily sigh as I go out.
How do you go out and about,
Without giving others reason to shout?
Simple, I simply slowly walkabout,
As I pray for a big turnabout.
Today's the game America's been waiting for
The 'Super-Game,' turned festival galore
Fans are delirious with anticipation
At what they'll view on their TV stations
Will Brady finally pass the torch to Goff
Or will he at the vagaries of age merely scoff?
Will Coach Belechick scowl at McVea from across the field
Deflate the football to deviously the victory steal?
Will Gronkowski save New England's day with a miracle catch
Or will Kansas City victory from the jaws of defeat duly snatch?
Tune in this evening for the outcome to finally see
As for me, there are poems waiting to be written --
this fateful third of February
5:05 p.m., CDT, February 3, 2019 -- Super Bowl Sunday
A Delirious Clown
How can I appear
To seem so serious when
Trump is delirious.
Circus came to Town
Trump had acted like a clown
While we all did frown.
Jim Horn
Do not take it all so serious,
In the end life's just another game.
Temporarily delirious?
All in his name.
To love someone
So much
That you'd do anything
Fight,kill,surrender
Betray for just one more
Touch,sight,taste
Crave them now
Tomorrow & further more
Into the future
& wen all is gone
You break
Become self destructive
Nothing matters
No person
No thing
No fantasy
No dream
No soul
Just them
Every bone
Flesh & organs
Blood flow,all non existent
Heart couldn't be anymore
broken
To the point of feeling
Like you never had one
ANGER DEPRESSION
SADDENED
GRIEF SORROW
It's all you know
Wishing every second
To have that loved one
Back into your life
But forth cometh not
Self destruct
Music is a reiteration of self
Humbling a wide selection of conceptions
That trade away masquerades so that the truth will be dealt
It’s shown in my ears, defiance of my peers
Deliver an astonishing attempt
At artful resentment
But
As it goes,
I’d rather uphold my vision of such proceedings
And holster my dumb-droll to the cadence of rest
Rhythmus frivolous destructive creativity ascribed as venomous
But I assert for what its worth it’ll draw a plaid on your shirt
Into your blank-faced words that couldn’t draw upon the surface
What a few detergent rounds could instill into the sound
Note, a voice’s only weakness, it destroys the facetious
Observe
try to watch,
a movie,
tv,
on my own,
I found,
love story between friendship,
it can exist,
personally,
I met so many friends,
from hospital to hospital,
looking forward for a shared flat,
don't know where,
like brokeback mountain,
cheerio,
mario
I spend my day on duties to be done
Locked in my mind a whirlwind of fun
The thoughts I have
I share with none
I dream of a fantasy place
With all kinds of people that have no face
Dancing and swirling with colors of love
Barefoot and innocent
Like a snow white dove
Incurable crimes made up in my mind
Lost in space
In very little time
Immoral thoughts that plague and twist
Restless spirts that come to grip
A rush of water my hands to sip
Wind driven hair
With the look of madness
Mildy mired, I'v encountered sadness
Wobbly and wore
Driven to my knees
Help someone
I feel so mysterious
Stop me soon
I think I'm delirious
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