Clandestine orchards perched upon the horts and whos so we'll make anew, the glowing fruit, is it purple or mewed pink, like colored sinks that sink the pink rose in the backyard pond for shallow eyes, that deftly see deepness and solidarity.
("Perception/Reality Merit Badge" #62, 2015, original oil)
Smoke and Mirrors
Amid the flux
Of shimmering sound and vision
Someone is lying
Is it your eyes
Is it your ears
Is it those pulling the levers
And splicing the tapes
Or is it all of the above?
In the end
It’s not the lying that matters
Since that’s what senses
And people do
It’s the believing
That will get you in trouble
Every time.
(8/14/24
while
letting the
great magician
pull a white
fluffy rabbit
from out of
a black stove top hat
with
a sleight of hand
only through
the dark arts of
blue smoke and mirrors
lies and obfuscation
revenge politics
game of the day
extremists
s p l i t
hold hostage the government
power money
self-aggrandizement
rule
oaths of honor, loyalty
strewn by the wayside
Congress in disarray
called to a halt
impasse
God help
the American public
smoke
aflame, infused
clouding, signaling, inhaling
fume, billow, reflections, reminiscent
distorting, imaging, magnifying
focal, reflected
mirrors
I sold my memory
for a present reframed
The past in revision
—the future in shame
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
The more we think we know,
the more deceived we truly become
Accumulating knowledge
—the deception of time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Smoke and mirrors,
That’s all you ever were.
Bathing in the river of illusion.
In the eleventh hour,
Is when your loyalties turned.
You’re a Bloody artist,
Painting me a fool for your own amusement.
Playing with fire always leaves a burn.
Ignorance keeps the monsters away.
Never wanted this to begin with.
Should’ve listened to my conscience.
You’re the professional illusionist.
I’m unconsciously laying with a demon.
How can I ever love again?
If I’m still caught in the chase.
What you’ve taken from me,
Can’t be easily replaced.
Past the point of no return.
My nightmares have been infiltrated by your dreams.
Wishing to look past all the graphic details.
As you left me here silently.
The nights getting colder.
Will the beast ever sleep?
You got me begging on my knees.
You can really make those clowns scream.
"Full on prison reforms he says"
He means ,we wanna lock up more
With smoke and mirrors they mean to confuse us
When enslaving peoples the family business
They feed on sorrow, and on hate
They've got the keys,they'll build the gates
Unhappily living in a cell of their making
Don't want us having fun and procreating
As long as we're this side,and they on that
On total misery they will grow fat
Cause even though it makes men worse
They'll throw more in, they'll use more force
Freedoms not a word in their vocabulary
Wouldn't want us taking control of our own destiny
As free men can learn to sail the oceans of their soul s
To Map the stars,reach far away goals
And as criminals they know ,that they can make more
Along with their profits ,they love to keep score!
So they can hide behind mirrors, and puff out more smoke
But we gonna live with our love and our hope
And those with their BS can F off an choke!
Who am I , nightmare of dreamers, lover of sweet lies,
whisperer of fears, collecter of tears, Mr. Smoke and
Mirrors, she said, I smiled and told her another beautiful
lie
I wonder was it ever as i did belive.
Was it more than a midnight encounter something that fuels a drunks thoughts
and emptys his pockets fater than a closing time bar bill.
As from the street I view the place I so often spent my nights looking down
at the misfits I now call company.
Her shadow haunts the window never daring to gaze directly at the fool she once
shared her bed with and so little else.
Bitter thoughts turn in my mind as the emptyness of my stomach matches
my heart.
As haunt her shadows only hoping to to catch a glimpse of that womabn.
who taut me pain and anger like a beaten dog yearning for love
from someone who only understands pain.
Was it all smoke and mirrors a cheap illusion like something
seen off the vegas strip.
As now I stand a cheap parody of a strong pissed off liar.
There is no mask that hide a fool.
As take one last glare at that window were a young fool
once would watch old drunks scatter after last call.
Till one night he stared to long and found himself
standing in same place .
A fool who sat amazed never knowing.
That loves greatest illusion is all smoke and mirrors.
Smoke and mirrors
Fill my lungs
The smoke seeps
I gasp for air
The mirrors mutilate
Cutting my inside
But you were all I had to breathe
And you were all smoke and mirrors
Smoke and mirrors man the barricade
Between us with tricks of the dusk drizzled light;
And formulates hold to the moments purloined,
Hold to the moments, hold good and tight.
For distance is nothing but veils of smoke,
Mirrored, refracted a crafted delusion;
And love such as ours compose distance a dream,
Distance a dream, nothing more than illusion...
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