Welcome to this brave new world
no longer needing reality
into this new existence you’re hurled
we will replace everything with fantasy
you would like to live beyond your senses,
to transcend mortality

Embrace the illusion,
Existence vaporises itself
spreading the confusion
It  has its breaches its glitches,
but you want to be fooled
you want somebody to flip the switches
you want to be ruled

live in anonymity to avoid consequences
Project the right fictional life of pretences
Embrace life in the simulation
Reality is to plain and you are too trivial
Avoid the frustration
Swiftly avoid the material


Reconstruct your existence the way you always sought
Fill the void inside,
To the old you give no more thought
your  former has  died
destroy the absence drifting within
You new life will fast begin


Remake yourself to cast the divinity
you always craved to be  
indulge all the sins you hunger secretly
as a slave of the deception
you will finally feel free
close you eyes and allow yourself to drift
it will not take long now
Uploading complete...

Bliss
Is open
Vast and free.

It dissipates in an
Instant

Vanishes in
A sliver

Bliss cannot be kept
It can only be held
Sustained
And to sustain it
Requires faith
And hope
And a whole lot of energy
Determination

Is it worth it?

If it vaporises
What then?

We meet again
Grim
Grief
Desolation and
Despondency.

The hard at heart
The faithful servant
The optimistic fool

For I am not.

For they succeed

For I do not.

It descends like a dull fog from the invisible abyss

Heavy

Thick

Numbing.

It imposes an obscure weight upon your limbs
Droops and sags your now unresponsive features
As you sink into the sour depths of inescapable solitude.

Your body abandons you
Your clouded mind shrivels up like your finger-tips after you lay limp in the tub for hours.

The fog vaporises your very being
You grab a stranger on the street and beg them to slap you
A fleeting attempt to escape the unresponsiveness that consumes you.

Futile.

This black fog drags you into declension
Stealing your essence and light with each relapse.

Inexorable.

It would have been so easy
to say:  I've found myself
after groping in the blinding dark
a new -made illuminated man
who did once alone embark
upon a spiritual journey
saved, saved at last
(despite all odds)
as though I were hero
of some sort!

self-delusion!
a momentary spark
in time, occasioned
by a certain leaning
of mind and heart
by sudden emotions heightened
vaporises--doesn't last but
only the first breath
of a longing-to-be
a will-o'-the wisp
a mirage-

a harbinger
whispering:
hardly a start
towards the clear blue
unclouded sky
only a tiny path opening
marked Via Dolorosa
before the journey's ending
(until then it's still a self-drifting)
are you ready for more weeping?

The years need not remind
I am growing old
my major chord has been struck
the minor now takes hold--

dimness sets in to replace the once-shining light
winter has rushed in to ****** me to its unforgiving cold
my fading note vaporises in the thin air of the deepest night
the last page of my life has been read and my story will be told.

that moment you realise
that epiphany
that slaps reality
around your face
that you are not the poet
you had hoped to be
and that
perhaps it is time
to lay down your quill
and put away your ink
and disappear
into the ether
my heart
bleeds dry
as my dust vaporises
and floats into a void
jemia x

Each sip of
hot tea/coffee
Vaporises your emotions
With its steaming fumes
Lifts cooler air in mind