The Lucid Escapist Lives On — Just Somewhere Else Now

 Hey there!

If you’ve stumbled upon this blog, first a thank you. This little corner of the internet held a lot of my early words, thoughts, and quiet experiments.

While this blog isn’t active anymore, the writing hasn’t stopped.

I now write longer, more reflective essays over on The Split Decision - a Substack where I explore clarity, chaos, creativity, and sometimes, the art of staying human in a distracted world.

You’ll find:

• Essays on sport, music, books & the mind

• Original poetry (soon) - And a chapbook that I hope to publish someday!

• Experiments in meaning, stillness, and self-inquiry

If that sounds like your thing, I’d love to see you there.

Gratefully,

Suman (aka The Lucid Escapist)

A fishbowl for two

A melancholy start to a bittersweet day
Yesterday's carnage fresh from memory
The war was quick, little to no resistance
It's the same two casualties and the same old story

The universe must be so proud of this featurette act
Machiavellian, conspiring and connivingly tact
The jokes on you, they all roared in unison
Their glass hearts shattered, they lay there alone

This farcical spectacle for a fickle audience
Is not worth enduring to such degree
If the higher powers aren't watching, then what gives them the authority to decree?
The judgement has been passed, the verdict been made
It's not their decision, it never was, it's how it was always played

Wounds so deep, God knows if they'll ever heal
The anger inside caged, locked and tightly sealed
Go back to those depths, he said, this even I can't endure
For the good has no more rights,banished and happiness left to torture


The hardest part, he said, hits you at dawn
When the dream ends and the joy turns to scorn
There's so much to say and so little time
The innocence they shared was no fucking crime


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S.T.A.Y

Straddled between two worlds, undecided
He sat there lost, a septic soul
Dwindling handshakes and false beginnings
Maybe you ought to shut the door, it's getting cold

Craven and crass, take that rite of passage
No rights here, only room for bigger mistakes
Wherefore the reasons, he chased them all
An eerie space this was, where even shadows forsake

Peaceful somnolence is a false dawn
Ask the bright blue lights that glow so smug
Bruised egos and musty conversations
This celebration of obsession, the new miracle drug

Dive into the deepest fears of your hopes
A labyrinth of dreams beckon
Drowning sounds and rippling images
And you're lost in oblivion

The carnival of chaos, open to all
Such a happy place but not anymore
He ponders for a second, looks around
I can't stay here. It's time to go



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Perception

As misty glows engulf the evening sky
An awkward silence takes flight
From those fleeting moments of joy
You see tricks that deceive, tricks of sleight


The lights are bright and they're screaming aloud
Forget your thoughts, they can wait it out
Pieces of the jigsaw that won't fit
That's the puzzle, that cloud of doubt

Fantasies, fairytales and those alike
All under the spells of a starry sky
Forgetful and impulsive, blessed carefree
For all you see are tears, but they see tears of joy

Sleeplessly you embrace a hopeful wonder
Searching for patterns where there are none
What's constant isn't change, it's in the mirror
It's the dead of the night, and there's nowhere to run











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Never gone, never wrong.

Where do you go when the prayers fade away.
Where do you go when the hope is all
astray.
Where do you go when all you give goes to waste.
Where do you go when all you receive is forever late.
Where do you go when the questions have no answers.
Or when the answers don't make any sense.
Where do you go when time is so cruel and unjust.
Where do you go when the wait gets longer, the ashes turn to dust.
Where do you go when the boy is lost and confused.
Or when he's wrong, cocky or amused.
Where do you go when the world all around is so bloody fake.
I know where I go. The rabbit hole, for old times sake.



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The grey disguise

I see smoke billowing out from the horizon
The grey strokes swirling and twisting into the tangerine sky
The painted canvas appears to deceive
Dark silhouettes loom large, the end draws nigh

I see distant hopes choke on the toxic
The clouds drift away, in search of tranquil
Such a meek surrender to the hostile
No, there is no grace in this goodwill

I see dark malice embrace the unsullied
The salvation that once set you free
Chains you to the dungeons of your sycophantic soul
I see the slow poison consume, and I don't like what I see













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A better world

Soaring into the blue skies, look down
The grey myriad of life's endless mysteries
Dreams lost in a sea of deceit
Seeds of doubt sown, look around
It's too late, there's no saving grace here

A new world, let's build today, now
Scribbled notes, capricious thoughts
A box of crayons and rekindled hopes

A world where you and I can tell the difference
Between forgiving smiles and constant fears
Stubborn pretence and true acceptance
And where the colours are infinite and beyond

A closet of cold disguises and fickle masks is no closet of ours
Let's make way for happier surprises then
And bring that smile back on your face



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