

Dreams of the Guillotine
Standing here at the guillotine
About to lose my head
The thought arrives that I’d rather be
Anywhere else than dead
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I’m not sure how I got here
The reasons are quite confused
Regardless of the answer
I stand here as the accused
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Passing out is not an option
As my troubles are indeed deep
Hopefully before blade meets neck
I can wake from this horrid sleep
Leaves of Circumstance
Sitting here
beneath this tree
truth grows
easier to see
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Leaves flutter
in the daylight
knowledge increases
personal insight
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Time moves on
with persistent surety
pushing thoughts
into obscurity
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Hollow dreams
of no recourse
echoing words
quiet remorse
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Finally realizing
as the leaves fall
there’s no escaping
your Fate’s call
The Sufferance of Emotional Turmoil
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
Eavesdropping On An Unstable Mind
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!
Welcome to the Lunatic Asylum
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….
Suffering Ophelia’s Madness
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
Long Segmented Dreams (L.S.D.)
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
My Wife: My Love, My Life and My Muse
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