Forced To the Frontal Lobes of My Mind

Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind The illegitimate thoughts within Interpreted metaphors brought forth Within synaptic theory These thoughts must reside to my front Written on the flattened forest placed before me Compelled descriptions of fallacy and truth To the thoughtful teardrop of despair Unto the world do I give voice Imaginations in color formed venues, Of thought Yet to look, I cannot This mixture in juxtapose The forms of voice I conceal within Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind Tragedy inhabits these thoughts of reality Compounded clarity within confusion To see these thoughts of realism take shape, I fear most Where life and love in forms of hatred Dwell in a manifesto Of ill-gotten truths absorbed Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind Humanity lives.