Insanity or is it, I sometimes wonder who's really insane. The fools like myself who work hard and silently suffer, or those who are truly mad or just a little crazy. Have they escaped our madness and off chasing the beautiful light, Your poem asked that question exquisitely. Nice write. Love Roscoe.
PS, Second and third line, may I suggest. ( Everything that is so distorted now, were once pieces of a hopeful soul.) I think it flows better. L.R.

A second PS, A heartfelt welcome to Neopoet. Love Roscoe...

thing about dreaming and being a dreamer is we live great lives
we gather a peace and space about us....
cause those in marriages of ownership Or worshipped
only means bought and paid for
and the rest is jail time or street hustle or
working for the man..which sometimes is not
different...

Welcome....A great poem
read tons of prisoners of wars
people that got grabbed by nuts
for years of slaves of types
before escape...Nice to get
out finally from the POW or
penitentiary or Escape from
the box under the perv's bed

I knew many that would love
to have time to think dream
The ones I know..and knew..
and I knew them as they were
my lovers at the time...were
beaten..forced to do cleaning
pushed onto babysitters while
mothers hit the bars bringing
home wealthy hustler men
every friday night..But the poor
daughters had touchy feely
male babysitter and a smash
on the head from mother for
missing a spot dusting!
aND in their town many kids
got murdered...drug fueled
mining town...life was short.

Your line about the mirror edge
classic.....The old get ready
Mirrors as I called them..
make up bureaus with velvet
benches..usally made with
birch veneer..a beautiful blonde
wood..mirrors backed with silver
that in time peeled off around
the edges..rounded or decorator
top on the full dresser...
I remember my mother with the
Ronco make up mirror...and sister
They would let me watch them
get ready for parties..bar...
and then the Steppie..hang out
with me while I get ready....
the women the ultimate show people
like Rasputins Daughter becoming
a bear and Lion tamer and settling
in Holliwood!

many women I knew would love
to go for walks to the store at Twilight
or get their hair done at dusk...
when the sky was that Violet color
the blue....a magical time..

Hunters and Collectors...
many of the brilliant women
stay awake all night going through
their phones...
imagery...words...worlds..
I stay awake to avoid the dreams
feeling safe come dusk.

Love the last line
Kiss Eternity

thats passion and ritual
and give a shit kind of
meaning
..
in the throw away
F*** U world.
I love this poem

I hang with a lot of
women
cause they got the
best intel
they pay better for
running

excellent poem
welcome to Neo
Mr Wolf!

I am a ghost...the real me panned out..blown up out of the water
reality smothers....Try your sisters for fun one day....But the lived
with the grandfathers games....thank god they loved me..
Im still here!! they didnt finish me off with the pillow over my then'
kid face...bad enough having asthma so bad....now I see I could
have died...

Insantity is freedom

My super brilliant tech friend I work with
(A lovely female..athletic persona..We trail ride
now and then together...but shes married I got
an ol lady...But.....)

Her thesis was Madness AS Reality!
all the bright people I found veered off now
and then on their strange pursuits
which to the normies seems far out there...
except to me....I used to help the truly
mad.....
was not for the faint of heart..

I am crazy or mad....My latest look
is modelled after Siruis Black played
by Gary Oldman whom I like a lot!

Of course when I read your poem
I realize the anxious times..
that cusp of twilight..dusk
between dream and wakefulness
In drug essence of Love...
that moment at the top of the
roller coaster peak
before the great synapse rush..
Like the cool of an exlipse
while daylight shines at the
horizon...Love that moment
experienced that in 94??
almost where I live today!
why I know this place is
special...

Sleep on the moon...that
would be cool!
love watching the moon
and sleep bathed in moonlight
and trickel back down with the
rain.....Its not creepy but I
sleep curled beneath the shower
I remember sleeping in the warm
summer rains...

I got the thousand yard stare...
and I love it...
I watch clouds
birds on the wire

I do live in my dreams
and its beautiful
but the people I love
or loved come and go
U would think in dreams
we would be so different
or free...Hey Hubba Hubba'
baby..But no...
its the slow dance
wake up aching
but also nice to have their
visit....feel their touch
..
More real then Real
the old Blade Runner Tyrell
Corp saying!
Yah....I did just live in my
dreams..
but i leanred to breath
out htere in reality
This is my world
I took back my corner
become the hero
and the heroinnes
come forth...
choice...options

I think oddly and I embrace
it now....haters hiss at me
more and more and I just
catch up with them
pull up alonside em
and say..."Beautiful day today"
scare the shit right out of them
cause Im a cross betwen
jack from the Shinning and
Rasputin!

Your poem delves...
why I like it...
got mass to it...
Like Sterline Silver
its got Fire!

Thank U!
Mr Wolf!

I really liked this poem, welcome to the site.
There are only a couple of suggestions I could
make; in the first stanza, perhaps change the
second "without" to "or", and in the 2nd stanza;
maybe change the "full of emptiness" to something
similar but not the exact same word like maybe;
"of empty", or "void" is a good one ... up to you,
I just try to keep the words different in a poem,
can't always do that I know.

welcome again,
Richard

and welcome! I can very well relate to this poem...the world's reality is not mine, either. that's why I don't watch the world "news Programs." they depress me horribly. this poem did brighten my day with lines like this:

I escaped from it all
To chase the brightest
Stars in the night sky
At the borderline of
Insanity and freedom
Dance 'Til dusk
And kiss eternity

always, Cat

To hell with reality lets take a drive into the dreams.
We have ages x ages to sleep lets kick ass and tell the world that we just want to live no matter what..
Great write it was fun and a dream reality that some prefer.
Yours, Ian.x