Standing here at the guillotine

About to lose my head

The thought arrives that I’d rather be

Anywhere else than dead

*

I’m not sure how I got here

The reasons are quite confused

Regardless of the answer

I stand here as the accused

*

Passing out is not an option

As my troubles are indeed deep

Hopefully before blade meets neck

I can wake from this horrid sleep

Acid

creating holes

in my reality

*

Illusions

at the depth

of causality

**

Thoughts

within the center

pulsate violently

***

Chaos

in my soul

reigns supremely

****

Pain

takes its toll

arriving sedately

*****

Consuming

my being whole

with finality

Sitting here

beneath this tree

truth grows

easier to see

-

Leaves flutter

in the daylight

knowledge increases

personal insight

-

Time moves on

with persistent surety

pushing thoughts

into obscurity

-

Hollow dreams

of no recourse

echoing words

quiet remorse

-

Finally realizing

as the leaves fall

there’s no escaping

your Fate’s call

A darkened soul

can eclipse

loving words

from pouting lips

Angry thoughts

& sharpened spears

are fiery sparks

extinguished with tears

Tempestuous emotions

like driving rain

create a flood of

existential pain

Misinterpretations

lead to love unfounded

add strong personalities

& it all gets confounded

With a calm fluid

and natural sensuality

she flowed across

the room

as if she were

a predator

made of liquid silver

on the hunt

to steal souls

Peering through

cellophane windows

the lonely voyeur

struggles with existence

to be or not to be

an absurd hallucination

infused with madness

straight out of a

Salvador Dali painting

picture the voyeur

dropping to their knees

acceptance in their heart

screaming aloud

“Fall down now!

Strange gods are coming.”

Now, the suffering voyeur

sits in total darkness

their insanity

becoming obvious

they’re watching life happen

speculating why

No One Worships THEM!

My feelings of despair

overpower my senses

Meditation fails to work

I suffer the consequences

Impassioned thoughts create

echoes within my head

Pain pulses through my body

exacerbating my sense of dread

Society’s intellectual inadequacy

results in lack of erudition

My search for verbose rapport

led me to this institution

Wall to ceiling padding

is surprisingly refreshing

This reverse overcoat fits snuggly

with its straps of vinyl meshing

I no longer seek adventure

not because I’ve become lazy

It’s that I’m locked in this cage

because they say I’m certifiably

crazy….

Thoughts gather in

The corner of a disturbed mind

As do nihilistic delusions

Like luminous storm clouds

Whose fulgent lightening

Illuminates the absolute

Destruction of sanity

Where reason becomes madness

Creating the impetus

For the condemnation

Of pure innocence

And self-recrimination

Psychedelics lead to a

Conscious world of dreams

Where your existence

Is never as it seems

I opened up the ceiling

To let in some air

My front door is emotional

These windows don’t care

In my hallucinatory world

Nothing is as it seems

I lock up all of my thoughts

So I can’t lose them in dreams

This train of thought is

Washed in an acid bath

At the end of this trip

I must face reality’s wrath

No longer needing to find

in good or evil any pleasure

I’ve banished the horned beast

your love is my greatest treasure

I would happily perish

within our flames of passion

then to be alone in life

this requires no introspection

It’s your love sustaining me

forcing out all the hate

making me realize that life

without you is a terrible fate