As Mad As A Hatter

Metaphorically poetical potent

Are the visuals that danced within vivid colors

While flying in the arms of bluebirds and red robins

Too many moonless nights breathe in the shadows of my life

And only a road of yellow bricks

Can misguide me to heaven

For white rabbits lie in the iris of one of my eyes

While black bunnies swim in the other

Where am I not going with this

Have I truly become so mad and deluded

To these luminous lucid dreams of reality

That I can not become imprison by my own spatial reasoning 

For time is a gem that does not exist

But one that can be created from nothing

Or am I the one from nothing

That understands infinity as a gem of existing time

For far too long have I not waited

As I am so found

By the rising thoughts of my fallen lost mind

One that

That has been living in a field of purple grass

Only so it climb into a sea of green

That hangs in the sky

Addicted I am  

To the toxic riddles of posion that I drink daily

For without tea time, there is no time for tea.

 ~ Tony Paradise Poet ~

Only have a cup if you don't mind.