Sometimes I just write and I have no idea what I was writing about then, or maybe I did. Either way, I am not certain of what this one means originally, but I like what it means to me now.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Babes of laughter floating
Up On clouds
look like clowns
with the contests boating
down a stream
of surreality.
Waves to ask the questions
lifting hands… or heads,
somehow I never mentioned
inquiry. Am I of the dead?

Oh, I see, well, I guess
not really.
To speak or say, my thoughts
are just portrayed.

Individual toes at the brink of my foot
have molded to one, single solid hoof
though it lacks the color of soot
I can move them individually,
just cannot see.

R-emind me once again
E-nigmas, do they happen to the waking
M-aybe, this is merely a dream.

As I grab the golden dew
and the rose appears between
my grasp.
Where are the thorns
for me to believe,
oh wait, there is the smell.

Such flavity and incredibly
Tired in this dream
the part reality always neglects
to remember.

Pull the blanket
up and cover hooves
close these eyes
and place behind
another incredible sight
some madmen call it
the miracle of life.

A.G. Balázs

A.G. Balázs is a Director, Producer, Actor, Video and Photographer, Screenwriter, Poet. Songwriter and Musician.



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