Years of madness
I wandered through the darkness digging at my past in a soul’s
breeze of recollection.
From a morning burst, a phrase from my thoughts speaks in a
twilight of broken dreams.
The passion inside drapes itself over a perjury that stumbled
into a heretic’s lexicon.
Prepare at will the claws of voice strings unraveling to become
a veritable noose around your ideas.
While purging the nervousness of comfort which sinks into the
song of peeling humanity’s skin back to the beginning while
watching the universe perspire.
Now we teeter on the justice scale entering the reverie in the
web of insanity foretold.
The clouds shed away the red moon drip and covered the sackcloth
sun, a sky yelling and hollering of predictions that have
Pretension is the face of the new red waiting by the river of
shadow melding in the new black.
The breath of an impression of becoming our stories slams into
the walls of reverence.
Our holistic avenues dug up and paved with the sting of humanity
nestled amongst the all-knowing spectacles of collusion.
I caught fireflies in my jar to light my way in the darkness of
your life put on the altar of nirvana being mocked.
A doorway to sanctity, a mind for sale, a brain to munch-a
chill, an ice cube of desire with the glint of a diamond
expiring within the melt of chivalry.
The iron backbone serves its purpose and must bend at times with
the braiding of kingdoms under the spell of ingenuity.
A meadow of feelings sway in the wind of chance during an
upheaval of scattering seeds in the face of doing same under the
umbrella of progeny.
The walls speak the smell of defeat and I ask, “Where are the
birds?” – A sign to purge.
Staining the relationship between oneness and the ego which
paints a lone canvas painting its own lone canvas caressing the
conduits of praise.
A trickle of sanity shows itself deduced by showing me the
thunder dancing with the clouds showing me something else than a
life being wasted.