Highlighting the insanity, And so relevent, to it today '
If I were a zombie
I would definitely eat your brain
Not because I wish you pain
But because I’m consumed by jealousy
I want to be just like you
Act just like you
Think just like you
Have your brillant brain in me
Be able to understand what you see
If I were a zombie
I would eat your brain
Is this a part of my insanity ?
I don’t want to be plain
I don’t want to die in vain
Please, let me have your identity
Every great artist must be a little insane
Because nothing that vivid could come from an average mind
Nothing that twisted could spring to life
On canvas and not in the brain
The insanity of it all
The thoughts twisting in little spirals
Nagging, tugging at corners of the mind
That for most are empty corridors filled with cobwebs
Searching for a crack in the dam, seeking a way out
They hit the wall and back in again they turn
scoring invidious trenches deeper and deeper
Leaving damage in its wake
Maddening to not be understood
To be so clever that expressing yourself is so outside the realm of possibility
That you have to die to be known
Through the broken windows of your soul
Glimpses of what life is like inside your head
Not a portrait, never truly elucidated
A tortured, drunken poet,
Mad on life’s nauseating boredom
The fantasy of being known come to life on a page
But never real.
Cold, corrupt, peace we battle heart
It is our strongest weakness we grow strength
Harden kill of destruction upon vengeance thirst
Wasteland to deception save your own breath
Everything we dream as one for beauty to prosperity
But have we lost ourselves in translation
The mist no longer refreshing beneath burning sun
Dying souls walking reaper demise he breathes
Insanity mind or sane reality gone wildly disturbed
Say we only human where problems exist
Are they ours or world which breaks us down
Who are we as people your integrity you hide
Have we become wasteland where nothing grows
Blackened out by devastation, tear soaked by ground
Is beauty not in eyes of beholder we find love
Thriving being with ambitious dreams to stars
Is man their own demise consequences of their actions
Or one who flipped their lid in crazy world we live
A quiet madness blooms
to the rhythm of restless thoughts,
unraveling a vast uncertainty
my mind cannot comprehend.
It whispers through the hollow spaces,
soft as breath, yet sharp as truth—
a lingering fracture in my being
I cannot seem to soothe.
And in its shadow, I remain,
half-known even to myself,
aching for a silence
that never truly comes.
Proof positive there's intelligent life in the galaxy
light years away in outer space
they know better than to contact us
and we call ourselves the human race.
I'm turned off by cupidity
and over the torpidity
I've had it to here with stupidity.
Every two hundred years or so
they do a fly-by analysing
investigating what lies down here below
without stopping it's not surprising.
Can't understand man's mentality
I'm done with the insanity
I've turned my back on humanity.
Grasping at straws in the back of a stack
we've lost the plot there's no needle to be found
in the wrong place at the wrong time flying 'round the moon
when the answer is here on the ground.
Can't unring the bell the world has gone to hell
there's no turning back
I'm waiting for the aliens to pick me up take me away
shooting for the stars one of these crazy days.
The sun eats away at the hills aloft.
My thoughts with ease drift off.
I allow to be carried to ventures and dreams a drift
Fangled places diamond oaks a rift
What would the world be like
if i would release these visions a might?
On a world of many limits
that punishes change's herd and those in it
Maybe i flatter myself to great
Maybe i should answer conformity's berate
Maybe i should see myself on a different plain
and believe myself to be insane
As a Kenya-born child
when it comes to mankind
happily for me
I arrived colour-blind
never force-fed beliefs
prejudice discrimination
nor pre-conceived ideas
am not above my station
yet my internal radar is set for idiots
and always on the lookout
to avoid their ignorance rudeness arrogance
as there's a lot of them about
and altho' we know 'love is all you need'
their taste for violence goes unsated
and the insanity of man's inhumanity to man
continues unabated
(“Nonbinary”, 2023, original encaustic)
We live in insane times
Which is a world apart
From living in sane times.
Now it pays to live in a bubble of woe
Struggling out in the open for all to see.
The Master Controller thinks it holds the key
Hell bent on bending the arc of reality
To suit its needs;
The need to be right, noticed and accepted
An Ego exalted on the throne
Of its own wretched delusion
But the definition of insanity is clearly
Doing the same thing again and again
Hoping for a different result.
No matter how much it bends
Reality always snaps back.
(2/15/26)
TRUMP INSANITY
GREENLAND TALK SENSELESS TO ME
NATO TRAGEDY
A Christmas Eve party
A bitter husband dressed as Santa
Went on a shopping spree
A shooting spree for Satan
His family’s home ablaze in Christmas light
Flooded out when an eight year old girl
Opened the door to Saint Nick
But instead of his holiness
She met his “nic” named Insanity
Receiving quite a large gift
He shot her cold in the face
Then sprayed the fleeing guests
With his fertile fluid of death
And the house went down into the flames
Satan’s slaughter was done
And inferno had touched the earth
On the other side of the manger
Where no real kings ever come
Christmas is always a special time
Special even in the Dead Land
Everyone wants to get something
No one wants to be left out in the cold
Not even in Hell
No one wants to be left out
Not in the cold with the beasts
Alone with Satan
All greatness,
All of life's meaning,
All purpose
Held in the babies hand
Held in the babies skill,
Held in the 5th blocks willingness to stack
Carefully the baby rose the block
Carefully the baby laid the roof of the tower,
Carefully the 5 blocks crumbled down.
The baby learns that the 5th block is impossible,
The baby question if it is wrong,
The baby realizes that it is its own lack of skill.
Retry the same game
Retry the same strategy
Retry the same tools.
Same results,
Same anger,
Same feelings of self depreciation.
The game doesn't teach us creativity,
The game doesn't teach us stability,
The game teaches us insanity and familiarity to failure.
(“Outside Looking In Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In a dream
The repeated pattern of my own conditioning
Like a Groundhog’s Day set on reset
Reveals to me the futility of the human condition
Habitually doing the same things
While expecting different results;
As Einstein said, THE definition of insanity.
Yet again and again we also wake
With at least the hope of sanity,
The freshness of not being habitually driven
Until we once again start to do
And the conditioning of all these lifetimes
Kicks in again, as we
Without thought, without effort
Take the easy path of least resistance.
(11/24/25)
In vibrancy my life was once enveloped;
from shadows, your sickened love developed.
With persistence, my Jericho wall fell—
my mind exploded at your quiet hell.
Love’s insanity became my deep shame;
hide-and-seek fondness—now your mastered game.
And when you finally shattered my weak heart,
I joined the list of victims on your love's lost chart.
Your sky that gave me hope soon disappeared;
the moon and stars I dreamt of, you up-speared.
You even pulled the ground out from my feet—
now my poor soul is kicked along the street.
I’m cracked and frayed in garments sewn by crack;
my vanishing sanity refuses to come back.
My mind now wanders through an endless space,
playing checkers in the devil’s dirty place.
My treasures all were powdered up and smoked;
I plundered more to keep my spirit cloaked.
You live in mansions now and ride big cars,
dressed in sweet elegance devoid of scars.
My future you killed; yours you built with flair.
You gave me a home in pure, bleak despair.
One day you’ll read this final elegy—
trust, I’ll be buried by my tragedy.
The nudging to kill farm livestock off
Is resulting in vetanarians in the U K
Leaving their vital posts.'
No more to add, this government is
Beyond sad.'
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