Delusional Poems

Schizophrenic To Disco Lights

 [Bass drop]  
I saw the lights—red, blue, divine,  
Thought the cops were DJs droppin’ beats in a line.  
Sirens wailing like synths on fire,  
My brain said “dance,” my legs said “fly, sir!”

I hit the field like a disco crusader,  
Tripped on a skunk—funk’s personal invader.  
He popped

Delusional daydream

It was the perfect romance but it wasn’t real now I have to hold myself accountable for the things I feel and weed out what wasn’t real to heal

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old bricks, red and crumbling
flowers bright blue and crisp
and i wondered where you had gone
behind a wall that did not exist

the sky silently wept over me
clouds crawled by like angels wings
san francisco died in the swirling mist
it was just one of those things

a melody whined through my head
pianos and violins kept the music slow
i decided

Delusional confusion with a side of freedom

Settling into a meadow brought about mellow flows of green and yellow assembled by memories they float freely on the breeze glimmering clearly off the trees lay reflections of memories like frailed Braille burnt on my mind my life looks back ancestral eyes look down on me through me and within me the realization of

The Scarlet Red

As heading down the streets of Paris,
I sensed the guitar strings resonating the air 
somewhere behind my ears.

Leaves fell twirling around as if, 
autumn started a bit early this year.
The foggy road didn't allow any lights to pass through it 
except for the one in the 'Scarlet Red' .

Was the nature romanticising around?
Or was it

God Be Tripping On Insanity

In the vastness of the Heavens/
Where shadows twist and sway/
God sits upon His throne/
Craving praise everyday/
A delusional narcissist/
In robes of iron clad might/
Condemns the soul's below/
To eternal, fiery night/
He whispers of love/
Yet rules with an iron fist/
Demanding blind devotion/
A sadistic, twisted tryst/
Freedom of choice/
A mirage in His cruel game/
For seeking higher power/
We are shackled in

DELUSIONAL

It's an illusion
Says the teacher 
Not all you see
Are reality
Many are delusional
It only makes you emotional.

People deceiving people 
People believing void
Words without actions 
It's all delusional
A propaganda 
Taking wrong for right.

Like a old saying 
Ain't all that glitter is gold
Not everything you hear is true 
Not all you seek, you'll find
Don't let them mislead you

Metacarpals Phalanges and Sesamoids - Beauty Immortal

Metacarpals Phalanges and Sesamoids - Beauty Immortal

The hands, it's all about the hands for me
Streamline with creamy silk skin so fine
The elegance, the aesthetics, the peripheral view
The long slender phalanges, so ethereal
The disquiet beauty, the flowing artistically magnificent lines
So alluring it feels as though the hands can't be real.

Knowing deep inside my blackest of hearts
That

A Sermon In The Spirit Of Love And Compassion

Beloved souls, hear me as I speak, thus is my life, a hymn of compassion, an eternal psalm of love.

I walked amongst the lowly not with pity but with understanding, for in their suffering, I saw the seeds of the divine. To the broken, I once was a healer.

To the outcast such am I, I

My Fault

Dumbfounded, I am.
How come nothing happened,
But I was torn like everything ended.
Nothing happened, so was it all in my head?

Delusional, was I?
My fault, but why?
I hoped for all your lies.
You made me think that it was you and I.

Never say it was you being friendly.
And it was my fault for thinking overly.
When the truth came

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Delusional

We share the same
Birthday!

Wahoo!!!

But William H. Macy
Is NOT
Willam Defoe.

Thank God.

-Gray Squirrel

03-13-2024

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A wild green mass

Full of flowers and butterfly's 

Full trees, bushes and grass 

But then it all dies 

A dark, lost world 

Polluted beyond repair 

A broken underworld 

Its sure to give you a scare 

The plants all died 

They didn't stand a chance 

There leaves are brown and dried 

Flower petals no longer dance

DELUSIONAL WORLD

Delusional World

Are we a figment of someone’s imagination or just an idea?
A toy, a game, my mind fills with fear.
Time is a concept, a plan, it’s man’s clock,
Never stops running, 
One direction, Tick-Tock.
Weary of their creation, our world, what’s our fate?!
Chaos is the earth, there was always much hate.
What do we do? Keep playing this

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A woman quite delusional
Believes, beyond the pale,
Obama and her dad were friends
And yes, she went to Yale.

Her son’s employed at Apple
Though he’s only twelve years old
And she’s so convincing when she talks,
Some listeners are sold.

She’s flying to D.C. today
For meetings to attend
As a video consultant;
Oh, the stories never end.

Though looking normal, it is clear
Her mind

Delusional Variety

If idiocy and democracy could carry the blame..
If intent and purpose were one and the same
If love and life wasn't such an uneven game
Before even a given name, it goes from whence it came. 

If morals and law walked hand in hand. 
If time and destiny weren't  found in sand.
If emotion and words were

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