I poison myself to endure the torments of my clairvoyant mind,
A journey littered with catastrophes and irreversible scars.
I chase nightmares I will find in hell,
My face drowned in the fleeting vanities humanity sanctifies.
I am in no rush to honor my appointment with the reaper,
Like a terminally ill patient who still dares to dream.
I am trapped in an asylum where appearances and masks
Are the mirrors of madness.
I burn my neurons with cannabis
To find beauty in the ugliness of my surroundings.
My indelible scars are searing reminders of my insignificance.
I have tamed the violence of silence
To anesthetize my demonic urges.
I trust not in human frailty,
Like a bipolar paranoiac.
The darkness of the furnaces of the bearer of light
Shines deep in my eyes.
I am a solitary soul, persecuted
By its demons and ghosts.
The melancholy of my heart has chained
My mind to the depths of bitterness.
My life on Earth has been infernal torture
Since the day I let out my first cry.
I am compelled to sow the seeds of chaos
In this dimension, to unlock the gates of immortality.
A symphony of blasphemies, to discover every fragrance of freedom.
Categories:
paranoiac, black love,
Form: Free verse
The cloud is set to cry
Thunder rumble
A sunday in RCCG
Drummer boy in spiritual malapropism
Members of choir malaguena(- ing)
Blue, purple and scarlet yarn floating in the temple
A chest-piece in between my ego
As my thoughts grew larger and thinner
I stood in the company's of fools
Upturning sanity for relativity
In the laboratory of my thoughts
I adulterated truth for thoughts
Questioning the audacity of morality for the concept of anything goes
Romancing with secularism and syncretism
In holy matrimony i stood with duplicity
Igniting animistic junks
Dancing round the camp fire of spiritism
I an offspring of paranoiac
Swam with mundane and nude views
In the harmony of my vain thoughts
A lightning electrocute my rear ear
A voice slashed me like sash, saying
' awake brother, the service is over'
awoh awoh
Categories:
paranoiac, religion, , cute,
Form: I do not know?
Oh, lordy! The nuts are at it again.
Their paranoiac claims abound today.
Oh! So often I heard their sick refrains
Expounding, predicting the end of days:
Armageddon is near! Sinners prepare
Yourselves! Never once have their claims come true.
The poor souls! Victims of hopeless despair
Terminal crazies, if only they knew
How ridicules they sound to the sane
Yes, sane! Those who bank on a bright future
Instead of those fantastic, inane claims.
I ask you, how much more can we endure?
Their latest claim is now two thousand and twelve.
Hold onto your bibles [laughs] brace yourselves!
Categories:
paranoiac, funny
Form: Sonnet
Narcissistic Schizophrenic Paranoiac
Everybody loves me
the walls are
expanding
Everybody hates me
the walls are
closing in
Everybody loves me
the walls are
expanding
Everybody hates me
the walls are
closing in
Categories:
paranoiac,
Form: Free verse
You cannot let it drop, the imaginary subtexts,
The ideas of reference in each line, each word,
Are you so important that it all is meant for you?
Or do you know deep down it’s simply too absurd?
I have kept each page of hatred you have sent,
Like a butterfly collector pinions wings onto boards,
In the electric yellow vaults of micro folders,
On hard drives and in memory meticulously stored.
Each savage comment copied, each venomous critique,
Each post of warped disgust, distorted and obtuse,
Each schizophrenic typo, every rant and every rave,
Every message of dementia, every email of abuse.
So I really have to tell you I have had more than enough,
And the evidence provided by your paranoiac prose,
Gives me all I ever needed to turn the game around,
Hold on tight and watch and wait, for it’s time to shock the rose.
Categories:
paranoiac, on writing and words,
Form: Verse
The talk I hear is crazy talk,
Peppered with imagined sleights;
The words I see are crazy words,
Bloody tomes in blackest nights;
The points I get are crazy points,
Fact and fiction not divorced;
The fear I sense is crazy fear,
Fuelled by paranoiac force.
The love you give is crazy love,
Compulsive with a twisted streak;
The dreams you have are crazy dreams,
Obsessively surreal and bleak.
Your world is such a crazy place,
Warped and blurred and plagued with doubt,
I may be mad, but not that mad,
And so, my dear, I'm getting out.
Categories:
paranoiac, life, crazy,
Form: Verse