Solace in a bitter glass

Wonderful ink Simon. Love the cadence and flow.

Great stuff -
one of my favourite classical pieces of music.
Terry.

In, the heat of the night, how do you determine pitch, from murky underbelly ? The red raw resolve to see beyond the gloom. To find the shapes. And, the japes. With, their escapes. Cast, from the rituals, of mindcraft, hell-bent on focusing on what matters. All ways. In, the flowing medium of the imagery, of dream and seam. No wish fitting the evasive properties.
The blurred lines denoting, what is there, and, masking what is not. Beyond, the synaptic impulse. To, generate ones own world. Of, illusion, and, collusion, defining right ways to go. As well as the traps, of the spell, and, the tale. To, mimic fearsome aptitudes, to surrealist emotions. Reality, dispelled briefly, for promise. And, tomorrow. With, its worth, given to premise. 
Intuitive concepts sought, and, delivered, with flamboyant pronounciations.
:) :)

This is friggin' BRILLIANT SIMON!!…..I can tell you put some serious effort into this piece.....each line stands beautifully on its own and comes together to paint an unbelievably accurate (for anyone who's been there) picture of what it's like to be the 'functioning alcoholic' who thinks himself in control......but who in actuality loses everything in the end......ALL STARS!! & PINNED!!…...powerful poetry my friend!!…...seriously ~ "Smokin' grooves brother!!"....Smokin' grooves!!……..T xo : )

This is superb! Written beautifully x

I’ve never “being there”, but I don’t have to, before I can think how hard it must be. Here, you’re not a judge (who Am I to judge) but a sympathetic poet brilliantly describing how it feels. And Chopin’s Nocturnes are a nice treat. Great piece, Simon.  B