Feeling blue
the gloaming dusk
envelops
me
cloaking my every attempt
to twist and turn
and every intent to learn; opaquely.
Feeling red
sky at night – Shepherd’s delight?
Or a rage deep inside – unevening.
Incandescent
but ever present and waiting,
waiting for the time to strike;
a clock
with fiery hands that yearn
to make this whole system
burn
eternally to the ground.
Feeling green
mentally bilious
cognitively all at-sea
desensitised
to the obscene
filled with so many
thoughts, feelings and disinformation
but alas unable to scream
unable to tell what is real.
The propaganda machine vomits more lies…
“You’re ill. Do as you’re told and stop asking questions.”
With a punch, a jab
it puts to bed freedom’s dream.
You snooze, you lose.
Sickening to the extreme.
Felt yellow
once upon a
sun beam
that cushioned joy of unmarshalled
mellow;
sun shining sweetly
summer breeze
vanilla ice cream
a happy, smiling, unbridled fellow until
The Neo Nightmare
becomes a novel series
out of
what was once
a magazine.
