Journal

Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Friday, March 9, 2012

Hubris

My victory
Is quick to free me
From my 3D reality

Spend time
Contemplating practicality of my mentality
Respect the complexity of my duality
But I must respectfully disagree
This isn't time well spent
But time well wasted

About time I faced it
The ephemerality of my lucidity
Of which I will soon not be
Because I shall remind you of my big victory
Sanity doesn't suit my insanity
I prefer quiet illogicality
Over overtly stated obscenities

Can anyone hear me?
My words bleed profusely

Is the truth really this uncouth
I slide my mind into the booth
And enjoy a nice sit down dinner
Pay attention to the big spender
Because I'm a winner
Please enjoy this legal tender
For one night only
My pride is unlit cinders




Monday, March 5, 2012

Impractical Oppressor

The Impractical oppressor
Looks down on the lesser
Spits his game to lame
Never feeling deserved shame

Blind to the pain of the masses
Misunderstanding his role
In this world of the tactless

Get down of your high horse
We'll show you no remorse
One step out your ivory tower
To be met with extreme force

Can you believe this guy?
Even from the beginning
Hard decisions
Always sent him spinning

Fear has always been his motivator
Ignorant of truth and knowledge
He eventually becomes a hater
Filled with hate
As he sits down for dinners
Most often catered
The people hate in return
But decide to save their hate for later

Faced with an uprising
He starts despising
Caught up in the lies and
Can't believe his eyes when
The tides begin to turn
The people start to learn
No more bridges left to burn
No more folk left to spurn

Always led the easy life
Never had a hard time
Stayed away from trouble
Didn't ever think to cross the line

Oblivious
To the world around
Searching for his soul
In the lost and found

Painstakingly mistaken
Never his for the taking

Inaction was his faction
Forever losing traction

To late to stop
Continue crashing


Prerequisite

If the prerequisite for life is growing up
Then good for me
I'm in luck
See, I grew up
Long ago
Things I've seen
Things I shouldn't know
Maybe for the best
Maybe not?
Guess I gotta work with what I got

In some respects
Maybe I'm still a child
Buried innocence
Organized and filed
Logged away
Letters A through E
Lies the truth about me

If it's still there
Then did I fail?
Did I lose at life ?
Am I off the rails?

Unanswered Questions
This is how it goes
Keep on asking till someone knows

Frustrations boiling
Over the top
Now I know that life's a clock
Counting up
Counting down
Keep on going till it's drowned
Each and every one of us
For the universe this is a must

Please tell me
What did you expect?
When you failed the prerequisite

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Control

A precious thing
Of which many go without
And few possess
Even the few that do
Don't really
Because their control
Pales in comparison
To the control of nature
Or the control that time will
eventually wear away

If the will is strong
Maybe the drink is stronger
It's up to you
At least that's how it appears
But appearances can fool
More than a fool

Eyes open
To the strangled control
Of a weakling
Such as me or you
Because of what we always knew
Proved to be true
Control only exists for the few

Tools of My Destruction

Tools of my destruction
Cause a cease of function
Watch the world burn
At the wrong junction

Seeds of pain
Make me stay in my lane
Gotta keep moving
Just to stay sane

The whole world is watching
Million jaws dropping
Hear the sound of the clock Tick-Tocking

Quick to spread my wings and fly away
But flight won't co-operate today

Dropping like a ton
Always jump the gun
Say goodbye to the prodigal son

One wish for me
Is that I could be
Back at the beginning
It would be plain to see
Mistakes that I had made
Things that were forbade
All I ask
To be redeemed and forgave
Too much I guess
Look at what a mess
This is the result of accumulative stress

Guess for now I'll just be falling
Looks like no more time for stalling
Looking toward a rock bottom reality
Close my eyes
Hope to avoid a fatality