Three unnamed p O ems, dedicated to the whaleS.

***

The trick is this:
It doesn't mean anything.
Nothing I do, or say, or scream, or cry, babble, rant, rave, rage, whisper,
or even twitter about ever means anything.
Listen honey,
its all so clear now,
I have to say this,
don't believe me,
hey that's right,
its not true.
Why?
Because here and now,
its all an illusion,
and I'm sick and tired of it all.
This is all I will say,
and all I know for true.

***

It's only early afternoon,
but as always they are here,
tempting, illusionary,
flaring for my eyes,
inviting me to play with them.
I know they aren't real,
still I play along,
in the sweet fiction created by my mind.
Don't care if they aren't real,
my hallucinations make me feel safe.
A promise of no sorrows,
kisses forever,
an everlasting dance,
made me build my illusion,
my Everville,
my lie,
forever there,
in my mind

***

There is no heaven, I know, I have searched.
No love, no good, no evil.
No purpose in existance.
There is no answers.

All we can do is pretend.
Pretend that heaven exists.
Pretend that good battles evil.
That love makes life worth living.

But I know the truth, I have seen beyond the lies.
And it has driven me insane.

***

 -Uriel
 -MalKaviaN Reality juggleR
 -Thankz to Doris for the letters, I laught a lot reading them :)
 -Thankz also to Erehwon, for taking the time to mail me :)