A Song of LaLa

With hooks I am hanging from the ceiling and
looking at my dreams with half-awake eyes,
squirming to familiarly fluffy
And no more can I judge myself from the important
for that is what I love.

And why would I?
I wonder whether he really wants unrelevant more than
magicly real?
Mindless images and insane peace.

*Shining
*the scrape of a shimmer
*would you think of me when not?
*Missing missing missing
*the voice of the Universe

And to the end something positive!
a hopeful outlet
Impossible, though
an insomniac nicotine-junkie
is living and breathing out loud,

and not understanding sanity is not insane
but a grasp of real-humain
embracing every-day craziness
No longer would I like blindness in the way of reason!
the philosophy of the diagnosed

Reviews

[SilverFish]

enjoyed reading, you paint with words :)

[alan peter kelly]

oh...and I was also drawn in to the title....:)

[alan peter kelly]

i LOVE your accent ha ha...the insomnia I understand all too well...sometimes it's best to fall asleep when I drop because there's no point trying to sleep when my mind wont allow it...this is an interesting write...and I don't mean that in a bad way...I think it's a strong write with some great lines...I especially like "the scrape of a shimmer"...your write is unique and I look forward to reading more...:)