conversations, beat poetry

i have a tendency to slide away
upstairs
in my head
living imagination
ignorance bliss
to the ruts i have often sunken into.
i have a world i carry
with me
that consumes me
totally
but
i assume i am in control
and manipulate the people i am.
your mistaken,
i never spoke a word
- to you.
i can carry my own conversations.
lucrative investments
dreaming i own it.
dream it
with out eyes
closed -
command incessant insanity in perfect order.
quiet frenzies of mass hysteria -
i alone here
flooding
with personality.

(This should be our anthem here on mageworld)