I awoke into my madness
Blind, awake
Lifeless but my breath
And all around me spanned vines
Crawling amidst my thoughts
Scaling trees
Leaving me a gnarled world
As if each fruit I picked.
Dreaming as I lay awake
Of fermented terroir
Calmly settling inside the vice
A cork upon thy voice.
Can sweet time carry a vision?
Can it send me notes?
For not too soon shall I carry home
What lay me into madness.
Tag: madness
Be A Lover (day 3131)
Be a lover,
Be the greasy spin
Of mind in madness,
Spiral and sway
Of clouds and trees.
Be the cheap section
Of a good time song list,
And missing strings
On a good sounding guitar.
Be a warm evening
As buzzing whips of
Crackling cans opening,
And a creaky lawn chair
Hopes for strength.
Working Hard in Anger (day 3053)
Thunderous roar
Lightening crash
Moment had finally begun
Inner madness
Screaming out
Rage set to thine foe
Callus in the hand of toil
Wrinkle in thy brow
Understanding mud as earth
Pounding under foot.
Current System (day 3037)
How is this not over?
Fear – struggling – madness;
Recovering from a big hangover.
The ball has dropped
Catapulting darker and darker
Into the realms of ancient sworn secrets
And magic necromancy.
We have left the game
Forgotten the password
Emptied our sins
Into a madness of enslaved.
And for what gain?
That’s exactly it.
This whole time
It’s been for gain.
So Plain (day 2965)
I wandered in my disarray
How could it be?
Then, busted
Out of the clear madness
Did I stumble upon a seed
That racked my brain
Tormented my soul
Callused all my pain
And sent me on my merry way
Life but now so plain.
Shadows of Midnight (day 2958)
What spoke at me had not begun yet:
Shadows of midnight,
Forgotten years of destruction,
Long lineups of that which you can.
Into the light of gobsmack,
Can you be my midnight
If the Angel could alight?
Lost souls of yet spoken madness.
Be my witnessed sentry
Gallon of blood tonight.
Madness Passing (day 2919)
Without eyes passing vision
How speaks the mind to soul
Flapping lips and no one cares
Passing judgement uninformed
Mind is lost
Reign supreme
Democracy
Vote for me
Life without a leader
In every spotlight searching
Calmly walk the gangway
Calmly herd a memory
So that digital flips
Can recollect
A madness uninvented.
Grip (day 2891)
I want to rain down
Like the Gods I’ve always admired
Spiral my madness
Deeper into Mortal Souls
And laugh as Time
Emits no stress on my psyche
And lays barren
No emotions I have once had
For it is my breath
That drives me forward
Undescribeably powerful
And taken by a grip.
A Claim (day 2843)
It was not my claim,
Not could it ever have been
To be lost with controlled madness
On a motorcycle
Going fifty kilometers per hour.
The roads were too dusty,
Too slow,
Too quiet for forgiveness
To be called out
In a manner that did not support
Each dying ember of humanity.
And the glasses were of the new world,
A signal for misunderstanding
– Modern mythological errors
Combed with a brush of the future.
I merely sat there,
I did not dust off the seat
I did not wear deceiving clothes
I did not paint my hair black
Or red or green or blue,
And my wings ever grew
Until I no longer sat alone
Accompanied by history untold
That whispered flickers
Of a language with no words
To my clouded eyes
Laid bare.