In the hush moments of orange silence
A war between scissors and wet lips occur
where this smoke burns my tongue and vapours of half abstraction arise
A deluge of storms and black skins float, black is favourite.
Between lights and array of point blank, something goes missing
Between my white thigh and quarantine of delusions, my toothaches
A series of corpse surround my waistline, delphic view of sorrows drip
smoke burns the truth, I spill the scars like a needle piercing my susceptible skins,
A burning wall of benumbing silence churns inside my mouth.
Vexation, annihilation, perception.
And the rest is all illusion.
©My Valiant Soul
Awesome.
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Thankyou dear.😊
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Welcome 😊🤗
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It makes us think. Perhaps our world, our lives, our loves… are all illusions.
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Maybe sir, there are moments that we just can not recognise.
It’s all our perception maybe.
Thankyou for your generous words. Much appreciated.
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My pleasure. I enjoyed your post. 😃
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🙏
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Fucking love this, great pic too!
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Thankyou.
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Lov, love, Love!
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Hi Kelsey!
Thank you so much for your words.😊
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what matters most is what think
and what we believe
this becomes our reality
illusion becomes the illusion
life’s magic the magician’s
white gloved hands distracts us
to perform the trick
conceal the illusion
one thing I have observed
is that with every passing day
all of us are dying,
but very few of us are living
life is short
which makes being here…magical
enjoy the miracle of life
it’s the only one you get
Have a nice day star diamond.
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That is just wow.
“Illusion becomes the illusion..” I wonder what will that do to my mind.
Anyway, your lines are poignant as always!
Thankyou for your kind reads, Forrest!
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It clarifies in your mind what is real because you make it real.
You create the reality that you desire.
And you will.
Illusion becomes simply illusion, is identified as such, and has no place in your reality.
Have a nice evening star diamond.
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Temporary fix… illusions! Deep as always, well done!
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That is an interesting point. Temporary fix!😊
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I suppose within those hushed moments anything can become an illusion… our minds create whatever is felt in that moment (atleast that’s what I get from reading :)… amazing as always!!
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A wonderful plethora of images. The opening line is beautiful for how often I’ve been lost thinking in a glowing sunset and this is what that line reminded me of. The in between, all that smoke clouding perception. And the realization in the last line that anything outside what we are feeling at the moment, what we can taste, what numbs us, may all be an illusion. Maybe, that we feel is an illusion, too. A great description of a moment of contemplation about what is real and what is illusion. Beautiful as always!!!
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I know things are often an illusion and we cannot define even if it is.
You resonate with this and thus that makes me believe there are people like me too thinking about such illusions if any.
I am grateful to you as you liked the imagery of smoke as I relate to this very often.
You are my one genuine and honest reader to which I shall always be obliged.
So much respect for you!
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I do understand this very well. You are welcome, Devika and thank you for the humbling words. I love your writing! Peace and respect, my friend.
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I love and admire your writings as well.
My pleasure to stumble acoss your verses.
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Am grateful. Thank you!!
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Has such a deep meaning, so thoughtfully written!!
Charu 😀
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😊😊
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I had to read this because I loved the phrase “orange silence”!
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And mine too.
You are generous enough to say that friend.
Thank you.😊
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wow ❤
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Thankyou beautiful soul.😊
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Its my pleasure always 😊💕
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❤❤
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Beautiful
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The way you are.
Thankyou!
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You are Welcome 🌷
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I love the idea of ‘hush moments of orange silence’ very much!
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And I love you my sweetheart.
Have a great day ahead!😊
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Sometimes, the world itself is simply an illusion. Every image is like a mirage.
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You are fab!
😊😊
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You’re too!
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Thanks!
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Illusive perception maybe…. life is such a mystery!
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Everything around us illusion, I feel.
I am grateful to you taking time to read my work!
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❤️❤️❤️❤️Lovely!!!!
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I just can’t stop reading your work. And the poems I ‘liked’ so far… well, I don’t just ‘like’ them. They are impressive.
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Completely my honour!
I have been loving your words too and I am grateful for your stunning remarks.
Thankyou so much!
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And thank you too! I am happy you like them.
Have a lovely evening!
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Sure!
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Superb. Very much deep and intriguing reality content. It has reached where you had it pointed.
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“Smoke burns the truth.” So telling. Amazing phrase
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❤️❤️
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Amazing vocabulary and the method of illustration of living in an illusion is intoxicating.You sure master the flow and embellish it with clever words.
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You always humble me fellow writer.
Thank you so much brother.
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🤩🤔😊😊😊 The poem has become my favourite because of theme.
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So nice of you!
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