Questions and a Loaded Gun

It's in between the eyes and the mind, this subtle disconnection. Seeing what must be believed, so deceived. The treasure rests in beauty, cannot be conceived.   I was ready for the next thing; some unforgettable event. Tried the elixir and over the edge I went. Such a perfect picture, taken in the wind, distorted … Continue reading Questions and a Loaded Gun

The Philosophical Machine

If I keep picking at these loose threads, will I unravel the world? I keep thinking, "What good's a writer, if he doesn't capture the words?"   Pulling at the worn fringes of reality, of sanity; it all threatens to come apart on its own, so why try saving anything? Can I pull the universe … Continue reading The Philosophical Machine

Bewildered

Bewilder me with the eyes turned inside, never wondering why I'm alive. Confusion only multiplies with every answer, as I court disaster. Greater grows the distance every time.   I'm searching my soul for the moment, drawing an imperfect circle around me. Been up high on the wings of bad angels, fortune finds a way … Continue reading Bewildered

Non-Identification Syndrome (Misanthropy)

Driving a wedge, pushing me over the edge. Dry in the mind, unsatisfied that you're so blind inside. Don't have the answers and the questions are illiterate at best. Disregard impressions, be who I am be who you are; I don't give a fuck if you're impressed. I don't stress, so useless - point lost in … Continue reading Non-Identification Syndrome (Misanthropy)