Sweet Derangement

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lsd therapy (Photo credit: Luciana Christante)

Sweet derangement of the senses
Brittle voices, mission bell
Truth distorted, past defences
Secrets too bizarre to tell

Acid dreams and cocktail fancy
Spread-eagled specimen here lies
From some pit of necromancy
Comes the darkened lord of flies

In the morning allโ€™s forgotten
Just a dreamland far away
And such children here begotten
Are but markers on the way

Sweet derangement of the senses
Wishing on a fallen star
Cut through all your vague pretences
Show completely who you are

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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14 Responses to Sweet Derangement

  1. justmoo33 says:

    Loved the poem – perfect artwork to go with it!

  2. Awesome– Lovely tetrameters and great rhymes.

    From some pit of necromancy
    Comes the darkened lord of flies

    Is such strong writing ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Brian Hughes says:

    Too much cheese before bedtime.

  4. I love it, you have me at derangement because I love that word and this is gorgeous

  5. Love this! So powerful and I love derangement too!

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