It's late at night. My mind's gone to dust and it floats up in the air wandering wondering pondering putting thoughts in my spiritual hands and throwing them up in the air, scattering them. It's deep into the night. I see visions of, well bizarre love death beautiful ugly weird, well, i guess just about everything. It's so close to the dead of the night. I feel the magic from all those sleeping just seeping into me. I'm empowered! I'm so filled with the special energy, the zip of life, that i feel that i can create worlds merely with my hands my voice my thoughts just a tremble in my eyes and you can see people and amazing, or normal, lands come to LIFE. It's quite past slumber time, the dawn is only hours away, and i am at that point where time has s t o p p e d . And there is only room in the world for i m a g i n a t i o n. Words flow out of my mind easily like laughter or tears from a baby. Take your pick. I can create anything for you here right now, where and when i am right now. Just listen. I'm in the zone.
Reason for writing:
in the zone.. and i'm sober, always sober when i'm in the zone..
Birth sign: Aquarius
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