Delusions Of A Peaceful Place

Member since 2004 · Posted 13 Mar 2005 · Edited 13 Mar 2005 · 4 comments

Echos of rambling outsiders arms wide open; a hush of silence plagues us. While we rest on an old dirty couch chasing the dragon. Our minds filled with clatter delusions of a peaceful place. Blood trickling down, the dirty syringe passed with no saint hood of rejecting the feelings. We tremble, I yearn for more Mesmerized with a glassy, waxed over stare. Dancing nostrils flare to the perfect scintillating anticipation. Delicious purge; surging through my skin, falling...falling... to a shrewd world, underlying a victory lost to a bittersweet defeat.

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[9] Dovina 14-Mar-05/6:47 AM Reply

I can imagine it. Good title.

[8] edpeterson 15-Mar-05/9:02 AM Reply

I think this is poetic and potentially potent.

[8] poodietat 15-Mar-05/10:01 AM Reply

"a victory lost to a bittersweet -- defeat."

I'm not sure what the victory would have been. As I read it, the poem is solely about defeat.

[9] Dovina › poodietat 16-Mar-05/6:54 AM Reply

A bad trip, a delusion, a hoped-for victory lost.