The mad king
plays a tune to the roasting of his subjects
They burn and flesh peels from their bones
Jesters try to appease his mad ramblings with humor
He tells a joke and trick and joke and trick and not a chuckle comes down from the crown
He finds his pleasure from pain and suffering
To watch them scream as they are engulfed in flames
The fire is wild and red dancing in the middle
The mad crazy king
Crazy and mad
The screams are louder and heard through the square
As they crumble to dust and blow away in the gust
The next is heard bellowing for help from the dancing red fire
It dances on them
Until they are charred black and the mad kings says enough
he never says enough
He just chuckles and laughs drunk
drunk laughs
choking on his drink from the mixture
not a soul fights
No one yells in defiance
But cheers cheers
for the next bonfire in the mad king's name
Monday, July 3, 2017
Drifting out drifting in drifting gone
Play in
exhale out
Plug out and in
Drift into psychotropic abyss
To wander the revelatory rivers and sands
of the ever changing landscape of my mind
See all and see nothing
No thing
Not a thing
Know not a thing
Then you know much
if you know nothing
Wise like the owl
The 360 degree turn around
Full circle
The flat circle that is time
What is...is and what isn't
is not
Played out
Antiquated
the forms of young adult ambition
Best things
More stuff
New things stuff you have not seen yet
The monotonous race to be hip cool
Those who are smooth sailing like a wave
Just on the surface
But under the oceans is where all the cool stuff is
The big dance of two
The performance that evokes emotion
through emotive players
ans they play their to genuine authenticity
Clay men and women
Man's sculpture of reality
The virtual reality of the mental transcendental landscape
In my mind a thousand winds change
a thousand times
Drifting in a loop
of never ending
never stagnant
Stories that are told in infinite ways in an infinite time
an infinite motion
toward nothing
drifting out
drifting in
drifting
gone
exhale out
Plug out and in
Drift into psychotropic abyss
To wander the revelatory rivers and sands
of the ever changing landscape of my mind
See all and see nothing
No thing
Not a thing
Know not a thing
Then you know much
if you know nothing
Wise like the owl
The 360 degree turn around
Full circle
The flat circle that is time
What is...is and what isn't
is not
Played out
Antiquated
the forms of young adult ambition
Best things
More stuff
New things stuff you have not seen yet
The monotonous race to be hip cool
Those who are smooth sailing like a wave
Just on the surface
But under the oceans is where all the cool stuff is
The big dance of two
The performance that evokes emotion
through emotive players
ans they play their to genuine authenticity
Clay men and women
Man's sculpture of reality
The virtual reality of the mental transcendental landscape
In my mind a thousand winds change
a thousand times
Drifting in a loop
of never ending
never stagnant
Stories that are told in infinite ways in an infinite time
an infinite motion
toward nothing
drifting out
drifting in
drifting
gone
The hole in the roof
There is a hole in the roof
I can see the drips that have splattered on blue plastic
I can see the hole that the rain forced up like a corkscrew
Pressure built until the audible sound of rupture
Rang in my ears
The sound of the water falling is everywhere
I can hear it on the top of the garbage
it slides off of the metal exterior and down the sides to the ground
Until a puddle has formed around it
Sinking slowly into the dirt
I can relate
being surrounded by water
drowning alone
I know how the dirt feels
on the soles of my bare feet
How moist the dirt is around my toes and how the cold water feels
that is up around my sides now
It won't be long until it topples over me and I'll be gone
I can see the drips that have splattered on blue plastic
I can see the hole that the rain forced up like a corkscrew
Pressure built until the audible sound of rupture
Rang in my ears
The sound of the water falling is everywhere
I can hear it on the top of the garbage
it slides off of the metal exterior and down the sides to the ground
Until a puddle has formed around it
Sinking slowly into the dirt
I can relate
being surrounded by water
drowning alone
I know how the dirt feels
on the soles of my bare feet
How moist the dirt is around my toes and how the cold water feels
that is up around my sides now
It won't be long until it topples over me and I'll be gone
In 485 days 16 hours and 11 minutes
Love makes me sick
Not like vomiting throwing up
Sick like i get mad
Love makes me crazy sick mad lunatic
All I want is love
I want it in my veins
In my brain
In my thinking and all I do
I cannot do anything but think of her
Love makes me out of my mind
I need it like air to breathe and water to stay wet
I wake up and think of the pages I'd write for my muse
Love makes me sick
I'm in addicts anonymous for love
it is something I just don't do
It costs too much for me to give
it requires my body and soul to segregate themselves
Screaming howling at the moon at the stars
thinking of all the romantic things I loathe
Abhorring them now
when I have no love
Clean and sober for over a year
I haven't touched the stuff in 485 days and 16 hours and 11 minutes
Not like vomiting throwing up
Sick like i get mad
Love makes me crazy sick mad lunatic
All I want is love
I want it in my veins
In my brain
In my thinking and all I do
I cannot do anything but think of her
Love makes me out of my mind
I need it like air to breathe and water to stay wet
I wake up and think of the pages I'd write for my muse
Love makes me sick
I'm in addicts anonymous for love
it is something I just don't do
It costs too much for me to give
it requires my body and soul to segregate themselves
Screaming howling at the moon at the stars
thinking of all the romantic things I loathe
Abhorring them now
when I have no love
Clean and sober for over a year
I haven't touched the stuff in 485 days and 16 hours and 11 minutes
Our bones are but the lines dawdling the universe
Our bones are but
the lines dawdling the universe
a malleable mold of stars
from which we grow
as fragmented pieces of the source
of all that we see
We the stars
who glimmer and shine and exceed the threshold of being
by life in all that we do
The love we have in the eyes of the kismet
of two stars linking up again
The heartache we endure in the loss of our parting again
A violent bloody separation it is
In the adventures we take
in life on top the mountain high
The perils we encountered and overcame
In all that we are
we shine and glimmer
like beacons calling the universe to come back together again
We are the stars of the universe
Each of us shine and glimmer and excite in a myriad of light
as we illuminate the sky with our life
Whether lived with veracious tenacity or not
We all
are but the vain lines dawdling the whole universe
a blank mold of stars
the lines dawdling the universe
a malleable mold of stars
from which we grow
as fragmented pieces of the source
of all that we see
We the stars
who glimmer and shine and exceed the threshold of being
by life in all that we do
The love we have in the eyes of the kismet
of two stars linking up again
The heartache we endure in the loss of our parting again
A violent bloody separation it is
In the adventures we take
in life on top the mountain high
The perils we encountered and overcame
In all that we are
we shine and glimmer
like beacons calling the universe to come back together again
We are the stars of the universe
Each of us shine and glimmer and excite in a myriad of light
as we illuminate the sky with our life
Whether lived with veracious tenacity or not
We all
are but the vain lines dawdling the whole universe
a blank mold of stars
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
People just leave me be
Don't be like a bee
whizzing around my neck
I swing and tell you to shoo
before I swat you dead
These bee people swarm me and think they know
what it means to be me
They think that have the right to tell me how it is
Even if they are weak like small things to me
I could crush with the heel of my vans and hear them crunch and squirm to fading silence
It would be messy and your gooey guts would be spread out on the floor
So I endue your bee buzzing and goings on until
I can walk away from your ugly company
The kind of ugly
that feigns of death
Its stuck on the place
I must leave it to stink someone else
Else I'd die from their insufferable
whizzing and leaving going
Too stupid to see the door
I kill them anyways for be such and abhorrent bore
People just leave me be
Don't be like a bee
whizzing around my neck
I swing and tell you to shoo
before I swat you dead
These bee people swarm me and think they know
what it means to be me
They think that have the right to tell me how it is
Even if they are weak like small things to me
I could crush with the heel of my vans and hear them crunch and squirm to fading silence
It would be messy and your gooey guts would be spread out on the floor
So I endue your bee buzzing and goings on until
I can walk away from your ugly company
The kind of ugly
that feigns of death
Its stuck on the place
I must leave it to stink someone else
Else I'd die from their insufferable
whizzing and leaving going
Too stupid to see the door
I kill them anyways for be such and abhorrent bore
I like the quiet
I like the quiet
I like the quiet and calm
The still particles that can be stationary on the sound
Riding each wave to a standstill
I like quiet
The things we so in the dark and tranquil waters of the night
Holding the ones we look into at the evening and the ones we dream of and
wake up to when we make the form of a waking body
A moving body of particles and cells that break from their slumber
The rising of the sun from its nap beyond the clouds
I like the quiet
Do you know why?
Do you know the loud earth shattering tones of the voices that creep and crawl in
the waking hours of my mind's lengthy corridors
The steps they make in the marble
make echoing resonations
bouncing from wall to wall
ceiling to ceiling
They always yammer on this and that
Blood curdling screams
come out from the shadows
to cease the never ending beckoning
I cannot suffer through their illusions and the thoughts they conjure
like witches in my mind
The twisting and contortions made from their potions and cauldrons
that are holding the most viscous solutions
Veracious creatures captured in the much
and you can see their form as they
struggle and tussle
to break free
I like the quiet for the witches are still and their creatures slumber
Deep in the depth of the dream
I like quiet
I like the quiet and calm
The still particles that can be stationary on the sound
Riding each wave to a standstill
I like quiet
The things we so in the dark and tranquil waters of the night
Holding the ones we look into at the evening and the ones we dream of and
wake up to when we make the form of a waking body
A moving body of particles and cells that break from their slumber
The rising of the sun from its nap beyond the clouds
I like the quiet
Do you know why?
Do you know the loud earth shattering tones of the voices that creep and crawl in
the waking hours of my mind's lengthy corridors
The steps they make in the marble
make echoing resonations
bouncing from wall to wall
ceiling to ceiling
They always yammer on this and that
Blood curdling screams
come out from the shadows
to cease the never ending beckoning
I cannot suffer through their illusions and the thoughts they conjure
like witches in my mind
The twisting and contortions made from their potions and cauldrons
that are holding the most viscous solutions
Veracious creatures captured in the much
and you can see their form as they
struggle and tussle
to break free
I like the quiet for the witches are still and their creatures slumber
Deep in the depth of the dream
I like quiet
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