We’re all living in la la land
We know, we’re here and we’ve seen
Scenes and people who act out of sorts
Who don’t say what they think that they mean
So weird when you’re living in la la land
With the comings and goings that seem
To superimpose a reality that’s false
On the lives of those caught in between
Bizarre are the sightings in strange la la land
Galleries once unforeseen
Semblant sanity stuck in our craws
Distortion of movements obscene
It’s said when you’re living in la la land
Survival depends on serene
Pretence and delusion at what is the cause
Drifting through it as if it’s a dream
Some of the happenings in la la land
Rival strange stories from screen
Productions directed with too many flaws
Churned out from a failing machine
Watching the workings of la la land
And doing our damnedest to glean
Whether the movie’s on fast forward or pause
Or rewinding to where we have been
Reckon we’re all actors in la la land
Backstage behind a smokescreen
And when the air clears – or not – as sod’s law
Expert critics will pan what they’ve seen
WoW! what a great poem and those photos sure add emphasis…where did you get such images!!!
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Thanks, Cheryl-Lynn. The gift that is google search. 😉
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Haha, but your poetry is your gift. I know how looking for an image can take longer than writing a poem sometimes…your poetry stands beautifully with or without images, my friend. x
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Aw, thank you so much.x
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Great piece!
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Thanks, Leslie.x
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America I can easily see as la la land – but not so the deeply cultured homeland of dour Scots who prize common sense
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Here’s hoping common sense prevails, Paul, when indyref2 comes around.
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You been listening to politicians again momus 😀
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When am I not? I need to get a life!
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Your heart cannot do anything but be aware my friend, and ‘know’ your concern. Just don’t allow it to draw you into its drain of despair.
On here at least you can express to your hearts content…AND…you would be surprised how it changes the many by standing in YOUR truth…the ballot box has a very long arm 😀
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This is so good. It feels like squatters have invaded the inside of our heads and that they won’t leave until they trashed the place.
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That’s an image I can relate to. Trashed some more today by the looks. I honest to god cannot fathom what is going on in their skulls. Feckin’ eejits!
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Most people disappoint.
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Fine musings indeed.
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I really enjoyed this! -OM
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Thanks for the reblog, Jason. Not getting around my blogs the way I should be. Fighting off la la land with a vengeance here before I forget what reality looks like!
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I hear you. The struggle is real. 🙂
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So many questions, so many answers, so many feckin’ eejits. What we gonna do, eh? Not going down without a fight, that’s what. 😉
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Great post and beautiful images!
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Thank you for reading and for such a lovely comment. Did you arrive via OM? 🙂
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I sure did!
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Well, thank you even moreso. 🙂
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An exceptional post. Surreal…in words and images. Came here via Jason.
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Thank you for the visit and lovely comment. So glad you enjoyed the post. 🙂
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