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

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

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

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

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

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.

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