#Insanity

NOT AGAIN!

There’s been another mass shooting today…

once again we express our sorrow

wondering when this insanity will end

wondering if we’ll survive tomorrow.

 

We hear the families sobbing

as they live through their deepest fears.

We see the pain etched on their faces

as it leaves behind a trail of tears.

 

We see families holding their chests

as they try to stop themselves from shaking

knowing by now it’s much too late

to stop their hearts from breaking. 

 

We see them holding on to one another

once the depth of their tragedy is known.

We see them holding on to one another

because it’s impossible to stand alone.

 

There’s been another mass shooting today…

once again we express our sorrow

wondering when this insanity will end

 

wondering if we’ll survive tomorrow….


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Madness is like Gravity

floodgates open,

volcano erupted

 

impending doom,

hell awaits you

 

devils triangle

all seeing eye

 

spawn of possession,

paranoid schizophrenia

 

mental breakdown,

one bad day

 

crack open like an egg

and fry on the concrete

 

no punchline to the joke,

no point of return

 

into the black hole forever,

into the belly of the beast

 

Consumed by your doubt,

eaten alive by fear

 

nothing to scare the crows away,

nothing to make the pain less excruciating

 

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Meditations of a Madman 3: Bordeom

How does one cope with the constant boredom; this dull pain that continues to accumulate regardless of your attempts to rectify that constant annoyance? Sure there must be an antidote; something to cure this disease which is slowly killing us?

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Meditations of a Madman # 2: Pain

Should you turn off your mind to allow yourself to exist with the least amount of pain as possible? Or should you aspire to something more frutiful and attempt to takecontrol of the mess that is your life?

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Meditations of a Madman # 1: Nihillism

It has become apparent that many of the things we do make little of a difference in terms of reflecting meaningful experiences back on to us. it seems that often we are living without any clear end game in mind and as we are existing we are trying to fill in the blank spaces with pleasurable experiences that turn out to be nothing less then disappointing. Thus the spaces are never filled but continue to expand and the desire for satisfaction increases but is never found. 

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insanity

Some nights 
we feel like losing control

of our sanity

Our brains stuck

trying to understand

what is this word

called

INSANITY

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this one is inspired by SFBREW poem "Days Of Secreted Denial"

thank you Stephen

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Blessed With Good Looks

There was a beautiful woman, who beamed brightly for all to see

She kept her clothes neat, her nails trimmed, her hair groomed

She smelled of lavender soap


Upon a glance she was aesthetically pleasing

But only she knew the flavor of her soul

No one was willing to taste


Desperation clouded the sunshine in the park

Her eyes grazed for another pair willing to meet them

Parched not for attention, not for lust


Her soul began to shriek, an ungodly howl, the sound of mourning

But no one stirred, no one looked

People looked upon her, but never inside,


Too afraid to pull back the curtains

Too dull to know she was there

All alone, confined by her own beauty


She cut off her hair

She ripped off her nails

She threw her clothes away

She took a hot iron, and made herself a new face

One that she could stand to look at in the mirror


Now he saw her

Every morning when he brought her little capsules of butterflies

He looked into her eyes

And he laughed

“Down the hatch”

And she saw it, a twinkle of understanding in his eyes


Not of lust

Or love

Or objectification

His eyes gave her compassion, and she drank it in, letting it quell her wailing soul


She dreaded his absence all day long

But he would come back

He was the only one who ever came back

 

Every morning, almost like clockwork


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