Prose Poetry

The twinkling lights on the ground look like the stars in the sky upside down. The world rotates with each twist of the kaleidoscope merging reality with insanity. 

The monsters in this world wear suits and ties fearful of themselves and bulling the rest of the world to avoid the truth. Truth and lies are bedfellows that become intertwined with each revolution. 

Chasing time is a lost cause. It evaporates with each step and grasp. Gone with no good byes. Tragically empty. There is nothing but an endless landscape of deep black. Light ceases to exist.

Chasing nothing looking for an explanation to theories and hypotheses circling back to the endless landscape of deep black; The transparencies of truth and lies taking on the cloak of deception. 

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...very nicely written!! And

...very nicely written!! And yet, the only other recourse is to walk through life as a living death. I'll take truth and make it a wild ride!



"Verbalization is the longest and biggest lie that has ever been told" -truth-


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "