Psycho Social

Silhouettes

We’re all just silhouettes

orbiting shadows around

a solipsist’s universe.

 

The Solipsist created all of this.

It’s not real…

Love

Trust

Forever.

It’s make-believe in a mind

That exists only as one.

 

Genius.

The Solipsist is a genius

Because even now,

It’s created these words

Written to itself,

Because the hand writing them

Is a figment of the Solipsist’s imagination.

 

Pure imagination…

Is it pouring? Is it morning?

Are the bodies still deforming?

Creating & adoring,

Synesthesia is forming.

The fires of hell are swarming

as the ripper lurks for whoring,

and sins until the mourning

townspeople are abhorring

the destruction"there’s no curing

or fixing

what is fake.

 

A Solipsist could make mice

dance with hammers.

Or lemon drops rain upside down into the sea.

Monkey’s have intelligent conversations

with Darwin about humanity.

It’s insanity. Total calamity.

© Nicole DiCarlo 2007-2014. Any unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from the owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Nicole DiCarlo [NikDiCarlo] as the author with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Reviews

[ANM]

Yes we are all the pawns in a game we have no control of. Excellent poem..

[A. Amos]

Another epic and true magnum-opus, you my friend are extrmely good

[Nik DiCarlo]

Ahh thank you so much!!!