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Life Coaching, Observations, Reflections, Things that make you go hmmmmm

Maxed

Maxed

Yet again the perspective alters, persistence of singular vision fractured
Opened wide, space infinite, a sharp turn followed by an immediate up
Under new math, one plus one is one, two plus two is oddly not four, but chair
Dark is the new light, light is beyond visual acuity and physical sensation

Roads, rivers, fluid routes in, careening through places in metaphysical space
Indifference moved away, reverse ripple effects, rings of knowledge growing
Variables of serenity and chaos form on the single flap of a butterfly’s wings
Elusive, convoluted, yet sensical with the beauty of fractal perfection

Mind to matters that comprise a once unknown spatial plain
Eyes that were blindered opened to a new age paradise in paradox
Taken hand in hand to where the edge of unusual reason begins
One more step to beyond the edge of where what’s real meets surreal

Insanity one of the possible results of this trip through the brain’s storm
New age, new reality, knew this, knew that, no longer sure what was is
Side slipping in time, flashing place to place, a strobe lights rhythm
Armageddon’s aliens scuttling through breaks in a cascading mind

Nose diving through macrocosm, achieving heights never fathomed
Ill from the thrill, this isn’t no little purple pill that’ll retreat with time
There’s no rewind, no un-see, images flickering, spirituality or dementia
Yours alone, no giving this ticket back, this ride that’s your new life, endless

G.R. Hambley ©
October 28, 2014

I wanted there to be something haunting for the season. I did consider naming this piece, “Trick or Treat” and decided I’d just try and fill your goodie bag to the max.

Happy Halloween Y’all.

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5 responses to “Maxed

  1. I of July April 12, 2015 at 2:44 pm

    yours is an interesting perspective 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • grhambley April 12, 2015 at 2:53 pm

      Why thank you!

      Let me make it more interesting. The poem is acrostic. You take the first letter of each line going down and it says, “You drive me to insanity”.

      Now to the person who said that to me, I said, “You aint seen nothing yet” and that poem was born.

      I’ll pass along here what I also said to the person who made the insanity statement. “Sure I’ll drive you to insanity but the choice to get on the bus is up to you”.

      Like

  2. Amanda Lyle July 28, 2016 at 5:21 am

    This was a treat to read. Like crawling into a mind that is so completely lost. Haunting, but beautiful in its own way. I can relate to parts, too. But I don’t know if this is worrying or not? F*ck it! I’ll just roll with it!

    Have a great …umm…what day are we on now? THURSDAY! And thanks for sharing! 😊

    Liked by 1 person

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