Connections

Delirious, desperate nonsense with a touch of truth

Brain drain into the atmosphere or outer space

The millions of connections in my cranium, upstairs

Partially short circuit, convoluted and spontaneous

Thinking of fallacies, foolish and fanatic

Like bareback or side saddle, no, no horse for me

Lost in a crappy mountain hotel abandoned

 

Damn hot blossoming bombshell 

Search for electric companionship

Some mystic spiritual connection

Exude extreme feelings of passion, desire

Blood ritual, tested friend - floating in space

Insecure, in danger, unsure, eager to escape

As if I was marked by demons  

That special attractive, binding chemistry

Then mine as a recluse to some tiny corner, somewhere

Safer now - celebrate more creative calm

Into a word of meditation, of contemplation

Not immune to the witch’s temptations

Away from ideology, war, conflict, stress and danger

Into the self-exile of Nirvana

In search of self-satisfaction, spontaneity

That well-earned peaceful soul of the moment

In some corner of this earth  

Even if it means leaving this vault forsaken place

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Powerful writing, Arthur. You opened the "vault" for a few seconds, and let the emotion and passion spill out. It works here. I like it. Your writing experience is more than obvious. Nice work.