Friday, November 18, 2011

I want to guide them all into the right
Whenever I coax them toward the light
Every time they recoil in fright
Such a sorry sight, contrite
Ignorance is such a bliss it's a plight

I need to escape this place
Find a journey not a race
It is not about the pace
Nor clout , but grace
A life fulfilled in taste

Monday, November 14, 2011

It's easy fall into the spiraling pattern of delusion
That your depression is the center of all confusion
This is an illusion
I truly wish to find an escape
I grip onto my life so relentlessly
That I have deep scrapes
Down to the bone
Perhaps best to let go
But strong is the fear of dying alone
Without sharing my perceptions
Dying unknown
For if I do not share my conceptions
With another who might care
It is indiscernible
If I was ever there

Saturday, November 12, 2011

The grey corruption has spread to my dreamscape
My final escape from this vain fate, raped

A majority of abnormality
Validity for venality and vapidity
The audacity

The duality of mentality
Partiality, neutrality

Universality of morality
Irrationality pursued
By voracity and veracity

Potentiality of geniality
Now fallacy in actuality
The reality of totality

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Life is simply the product of inertia
A type of havoc with illusory future
A cut that cannot be healed with sutures
A depressed rut , kneeled before searchers
Movement that is not displacement
True intent, clot of defacement
Longing for sentient symmetry
Belonging to no ministry
Crawling systematically towards misery
Intentionally falling into a whole mad mystery

Thursday, November 3, 2011