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




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