Déjà vu

everyone reads/writes into things their own bias.
you are close to reading and writing without bias

meanings without bias result in interpetations/translations
that allow for all correct understanding
all correct understandings happen on many levels

kind encouragement, or trying to cause my early death by blowing smoke into my ass
multiplicity abounds!
...must explain all the déjà vu

I've seen your face
In every place that I'll be going
I read your words
Like black hungry birds read every song

Rise and fall
Spin and call
And my name
Is carnival

Sad music in the night
Sings a scream of light out of chorus
And voices you might hear appear and disappear
In the forest
Short and tall throw the ball
And my name is carnival

Strings of yellow tears
Drip from black wire fears in the meadow
And their white halos spin
With an anger that is thin and turns to sorrow

King of all
Hear me call
Hear my name
Carnival

Here there is no law
But the arcade's penny claw
Hanging empty
The painted laughing smile
And the turning of the style
Do not envy

And the small
Can steal the ball
To touch the face
Of carnival

The fat woman frowns
At screaming frightened clowns
That move enchanted
And a shadow lie and waits
Outside your iron gates
With one wish granted

Colours fall
Throw the ball
Play the game
Of carnival

Without a thought of size
You come to hypnotize
The danger
The world that comes apart
Has no single heart
When life is stranger

Wheel and call
Clawed dreams all
In the name
Of carnival

Wheel and call
Clawed dreams all
In the name
Of carnival

Wheel and call
Clawed dreams all
In the name
Of carnival

The deeper you go the more you realise everything is connected.

The deeper I go,
the less I know,

for a brief moment it is then it is not

if you interpet anything as forever

you risk everything for a lack understanding

what do you feel now?

Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In, out, in.., out, in, out
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
To find I've known this all along...

deja vu tells you
you missed something the last time
smoke and mirror
lies and alibis
can you see through either?

sometimes yes sometimes no
is a recipe for confusion

I spoke to a shrink last night
she couldn't separate me
she was in love and failed to see
lucky me

when my lotus erupted it was bloody mess

Then, I think I am forgetful
Subconsciously enchanted then hypnotized
Copying lies into repetitious truths again
Now, what I know is temporary
Peaceful roars, voracious & silent

The poetry
That comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance

Sometimes yes, sometimes no
We’re mingling together
Thoroughly mixed
Opposites collapse
Revolving doors that spiral
To be and not to be
Undiembodied uncertainties

too much!
is never enough! thanks for being fun!

are you sure you were seeing a shrink?

no, but the questioning was very psychoanalytical. she displayed a very professional aire. she had the strangest shocked and bemused look as i left. it was a funny look, wide eyed and slack jawed, with the hint of a smile

By my analysis, sounds like she was struck by déjà vu.

poor woman, you'd think she would know better by now!

She does know, but not because she knows better
You see something before you fail to see it
If she failed to see, then what did she see?

I wouldn't touch that loaded question with a ten foot pole
all its implications would leave me defenseless
it best to let her guess

The truth is a guess until she knows which lies she’s forgotten
Implications sinking illusions & shadows
All imply
she probably is telling lies

:icecream:

that is not fair!

you're the one that told me not to play fair!
now fair's fair

of course she telling lies, that's a given,
but it's not the first time a gorgeous woman has thrown herself at me. the reasons have always varied though.
i have always thought it was because of the twinkle in my eyes.

fine, ok, i have no doubt i can play this to my advantage in the future.

and quit flashing that picture!

Lies are free
The truth would have cost you something,
Unless it’s a given,
The twinkle is a given

I hope you do, you could use the advantage.