my
insanity
what part
of
it
parted
remains half heart shown
have we not bled in streets
what are my drops
of
blood
to your death
piercing screams
hollow echoes
seperation
here with
out you
alone
?
charecters from moon beam glances
stars reflecting suns heat without love
my death never stretched that far
what sacrifice have i made for humanity
what are my boast of words when night has gone
my daylight was sunk in a sparrows anchoring feather
?
Poetry is my insanity
Poetry is my insanity,
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette,
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic landscapes
blurring in the distance
Dancing to the demented sounds
of brain cells singing, Zappa inspired
A cappella rhythmic compositions,
ringing monotone echoes
in between Jupiter and the ghosts
counting off beat pendulum swings
on fingers and toes
Words with eyes, they see, they stare
they blink, they close,
wandering attic crawl spaces
casting neon shadows,
illuminating ideas
passed on to the next pair
lashing out as another retreats
Pulling on my heart,
squeezing every last thought of love,
oozing in blacklight ink, day-glo sunrises
of roach clip offerings on psychedelic posters,
depicting ceramic moons
fluttering midst crayon heavens
eating stardust candy…
Poetry is my insanity
and it is driving me crazy…
in the best possible way
I am sorry for my insanity.
I apologize now.
When you can't even imagine how,
Sorry I am for the crazy I put on you.
Forgive my insanity.
Forgive my lies.
forgive my time.
forgive my cries.
I am unworthy of such a faithful call,
when all I have done is dropped the ball.
I'm losing my mind, day by day,
It will be dangerous for you to stay.
so I urge you away with the call of a word,
spare yourselves before voices are heard.
I urdge you to leave,
It will help me please.
being near me will drive you mad,
but then again it isn't all bad
when one with the voices,
there are less choices.
So join me
and you shall see
maybe I'm not as crazy as I seem,
maybe it's you with the twisted mind?
have your clear eyes really been blind?
but who will know...
unlesss you try.
maybe you'll fall maybe you'll fly
One last time, I'll warn you again
come join me deep within the fen
where the gentle eye is keen
from where all the monsters are seen.
So run while you can,
and don't turn around.
or heading back you are bound
once your here you won't return.
now you've tried it your mind will yearn,
for one more sip of the poisonous insanity
MY HEART FEELS LIKE A VULCANO,
THAT WANTS TO ERUPT.
GUSHING OUT BOILING BLACK TAR
IT WANTS TO SET MY EMOTIONS FREE,
‘CAUSE IT’S BEEN BOTTLED UP FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS
I KEEP MY HEART FROM ERUPTING, BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE THE CONSEQUENCES THAT IT CARRIES
IT MAKES ME FEEL WEAK, BUT YET AGAIN I GAIN CONTROLE
AND MY HEATR FEELS LIGHTER
ONCE IT ERUPTS THERE’S NO WAY STOPPING IT,
FOR MY HEART NEEDS TO EXPRESS ITS FEELINGS TO,
EVEN THOUGH IT MIGHT NOT AGREE WITH MY EXPECTATION
I ON THE OTHER HAND MUST GAIN CINTROLE AND TRY TO MAIN MY INSANITY, BEFORE IT TAKES
CONTROLE OF ME
You faded too soon
Gone to the moon
A holiday for you
Now what am I to do
Gone to the moon
Lost without you
Now what am I to do
A frosted complexion
Lost without you
A holiday for you
A frosted complexion
You faded too soon
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