

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
Autumnal Commencement
The golden leaf
amongst the green
dives through the branches
to make the scene
Landing in a pile
the leaves mound
silently falling
seeking the ground
Definitely compelled
though not a race
they plunge haphazard
landing anyplace
Floating poetically
a traveling troubadour
when it’s all done
the golden leaf
will be
no more
Age of Unreason
Men cut down trees
To build cities of
Concrete and glass
Erroneously believing
It leads to the
Path of Enlightenment
Creating woodland views
Seen through the rain
We’ve become explorers
Of souls and cities
Obscured by
Clouds of Discernment
Fallacy of Spectacles
Beware of the
Rose colored glasses
As they falsely
Ease life’s problems
While we’re stuck on
This mental carousel
With its machine gun
Rapid repugnant thoughts
Because we desire things
That will destroy us
In the end
Ode to the Poet Within Us
To be a poet
Of an enlightened age
A writer of high standing
Beautiful words
On every page
Modernity’s Shakespeare
Quatrains abound
Recognized as a
Literary sage
Sharing one’s self
Blood, sweat and tears
Your life exposed
For all to see
Upon the world stage
Dramaturgy of Life
On this stage, you feel the pressures of life.
Squeezing the air out of your lungs.
Unrelenting!
How’d we get to this point?
Obscene decisions, momentous, indiscretions, and thoughtless ideas. Sliding down the rungs of despair into a deeper sense of despondency.
100 ways in and one way out.
The labyrinth of the mind offers, no sanctuary, but plenty of castigation.
Life is the grand stage, the cinema of being.
Everything here is a performance.
Schizophrenic Rhymes in a Convoluted Mind
Wall to wall
Rhymes
In irreplaceable
Times
We hear loud
Mimes
Yet we find ourselves
Struggling
Perhaps
Thinking
And also
Looking
For the offbeat
Tinkling
Of the damn
Wind chimes
Twinkling
For no particular
Reason
A thought within this
Season
Starts generating
Rhymes
And perpetrating
Crimes
In these strange
Paradigms
Up is down
Stop is go
Everything changes
No matter
Where you go
…..Sometimes