one man’s circus sideshow madness brought to life beneath the light of another’s microscope
Marionettes we feel we have become, puppets controlled by a madman with a jester’s heart. We all dance, twirl and bow. We flicker & glimmer perfectly timed lights standardized like a proper running computerized program-so mechanically charged.
Somewhere in the strings jingle-jangle tugging, nudging nuisance, purpose becomes misplaced, so easily lost, thus, it becomes like the itch of addiction.
To again love in life, to live in love and to feel in return the sunshine and not drown swallowing the downpour of a tsunami rain. At least a puppet can dream.
Sunshine Daydream from Ghost in the Reflection
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The Vision Behind the Madness That Became
We all have dreams we chase towards the setting sun. Some begin that journey early in the day or season, others never get the chance to approach the starting line before the rat race comes to its end. This is one leg of one dream. One corner of this vast universe I can call my own and scratch down notes of this jamboree of chaos in a play-by-play representation of what was seen from my point-of-view. But not one second of this is intended to be for my satisfaction, but rather for your entertainment and pleasure.
This was the ice-breaker brand for a shit-show slew of a million other ideas that as a result got the chance to become born into a reality outside of my mind and my notebooks. This green grass was planted in words captured from the film feature slide show of my demented brain. It was planted without care or concern for the status quo or overly sensitive feeler propaganda bullshit. This is the uncensored, unadulterated chaos that creates through me like the memories we hold in the backs of our minds that remind us of that one circus sideshow.
As sad as that is to admit, for those of you who stumbled here by accident, do not become mistaken, if given the opportunity and the ritualistic reading of my words finds its way into your life, you have opened your door to a madman and it isn’t easy to shut that door and to exit or to escape unnoticed from here. These ideas, as bizarre as they may at first seem will become the sustenance of brain matter later down the road, these thoughts introduced will become the core of an idea born within each of you. If it didn’t, then this page would no longer exist and I as a writer or poet would have become obsolete.
I may not find in your square being that I am a circle, but my content will find a way to creep into relevance, generally unnoticed. For this rejoice, because you will have played the largest and most important part of the process…your reading, criticism, or praise of it brought this all to life. Your role was equally as crucial as my own.
Though unseen and unknown, I care more than I will allow those around me to realize; more than my words shall ever capture despite my refraining from exposing my empathy for the other lost souls sentenced to this purgatory with me, I value everyone as my equal.
Ghost in the Reflection-Letters to Erin (in paperback format)
Ghost in the Reflection-Letters to Erin, a collection of poetry written by James F. Miller II. Paperback. 100 pages. 1st Edition. Released February 14, 2020.
Paperback copy of A Footnote for Tomorrow by James F. Miller II
Addiction poetry. One person’s battles with addiction and life on the road. The struggles of relapse, triggers, along the difficult road to recovery. 80 pgs.
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Digital version of Ghost in the Reflection-Letters to Erin
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