latern cantina

[johnny trance]

while
children play in the
illiterate haze of
the impassable gates
of eternal youth,
under the gaze
of un-learned truths
philosophy melts into
fiction and then poetry

is left to foot the bill

return to the dream!
come sit tight
and feel the sweet disease of
broken sleep forming stars
in the still-born night

take a swig and drown some pills
(man-built ills)

these figures of speech
are not figures complete until
given the power to speak
on their own

but voices must carry them
to the border of the mouth
where their meanings get lost
mumbled seas

while tangled trees
form forests
to wrestle the
subconscious' lazy eye

who will find
the nightmare at the
end of the rainbow

and who will return
to find no one

they
know

look at yourself
and no one else
to determine
the beauty of
existance
my
friend

[StaRgaZer]

Re: latern cantina

I like the way this is written... the way it sounds....... nice to see a little of the mind behind what usually is just short wierd posts...
"these figures of speech
are not figures complete until
given the power to speak
on their own"
I liked this verse the best...