Finding Reality Once Again

I tripped on acid
once
and spun
around
until
I turned into
the Tasmanian Devil
from those
damn cartoons
whirling
and twirling
until reality
was just a blur
I kept this up
for several years
until one day
I had to stop
mostly ’cause
I was thirsty
and then
I had twisted off
so far from here
that I had to start
spinning
the other direction
counterclockwise
I think it was
and I’m still
kind of dizzy
now a backwards blur
I’m trying
to pinpoint
exactly where
to stop
so I can find
reality once again
In full circle
I wonder
if I really want to
find it
or not

© 2011

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

Feeding The Fire Ants

a mass of ants
devour a leaf
including
the stem
and I soon
discover
that I know
several things
none of which seem
relevant to this
so I reach
to a tree
near
the crawling
clawing
pile
of
six-legged pincers
and pull off
a juicy
green
piece of foliage
off
gently
and feed
the fire
again

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

My Own World

I live in my own world
I often make it up
This can be
quite treacherous
and sometimes
extremely beautiful

Things surprise me
like elaborate flowers
or people
coming after me
and other outrageous
confablulations

I live in the Matrix
Quantum Physics says
that an electron
or an atom
can be in two places
at the same time

I know
this is true
from my own
experience

I have been there
more than twice
There are others with me
which is a blessing
else I would get quite lonely

Yes I am different
Not like you
or me
more like an alien-hybrid
experiment gone wrong
who has pink bunnies
in his brain
and psychedelic hazel eyes

I live in my own worlds
I often make them up
The difference
between us
is that
I live in both worlds
at the same damn time

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

As a poet, musician and artist… this one has special meaning for me.

Love’s Labour Lost

My muse speaks
So I must obey her

She mentions things 2 me
and they come

She whispers
and I am moved
beyond her words

She smiles and I weep
in her beauty

I give myself 2 her

and she delivers me
2 creativity

like a mother
delivers a baby

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky