Hearing voices is certainly the first stage of going crazy. Once we start seeing things, we know we are there. How do I know? Experience. Just a couple of days ago I saw clearly, in color, the torso of a man with a beard that I had never seen, anywhere, before. And I've seen others, momentarily, in half sleep. I will really start to worry if they start talking to me. ;-)
Lovely...............simply lovely!!! Yes! Grab that hallucination, take what you need and let go of the rest. I found this write to be very inspiring. Thank you!
there are some things you'd better tell no one. . . yes, that's how it works with hallucination thru 'if' and 'a misty maybe.' A misty poem because your keen eyes and your delicate ears are all involved at once. Cheers, alex
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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