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

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Reimagined

Reimagined
Realigned
Reset & reassigned
Ridiculously optimistically
And pointlessly redefined
Reworked
Rearranged
Reordered and changed
The damage undone
The product renamed
Rewinded back
To the date of invention
Reminded of our goals
Our purpose  and intentions
Relabeled
Repackaged
Reshipped and resent
This is reimagine's extent

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Truth's Girl

So, she left
On an adventure all her own
Without me
Without me
She stole the words to my love song

She told me to forget her
And other things as well
That’s ludicrous and absurd
I am forever under her spell

I wish to follow her
And be where she is
That is all I want
I didn’t even ask for a kiss

I would like to forget her
Put her out of my mind
Get back to my existence
Stop wasting my time

Wouldn’t it be great?
To never know love
To never know hate

It probably would
But I can never forget
I’m not sure that I should
I’ve got to get out
Stop thinking these things
She’s off and away
She never cared about me

Truth is a bitch
With no frills
No illusions
She’s got a mean hook
She may cause contusions
She might break your heart
She already broke mine
But it always heals 
Just give it time

Unforgivable

Revenge & Vendetta
Marchin' through his mind
Handgun in his pocket
Just a matter of time

Reason slipping slowly
Further out of reach
Vision blurred and red
His conscious breached
Devils on both shoulders
His pace like heavy boulders
Bad advice & Bad ideas
His thinking growing slower

Destruction rears its head
Chaos wakes from bed
Intervention rendered useless
No more words to be said

Disarray & Confusion
Mayhem & Intrusion
Malice & Spite
All birthed from exclusion

Silence marks his advance
Dark clouds back his stance
Decisions
Decisions
The fates weave and dance
If only
If only
They cry out uninvolved
If things had been different
All his problems been solved
Would it really have altered
The outcome that much
Or would his second chance
Be used as a crutch
A crutch to be exploited
And then thrown away
The outcome would then be the same on this day

I see now
He is not deserving of "if only"
Of alternate worlds
Where he won't be so lonely

We shall let this one, play out on its own
For us to interfere
Would not be condoned

His steps grew closer
His breath drew nearer
His cold dark eyes
No longer held fear there
Hand in his pocket
Just a matter of time
The lonesome gunman
Commits his last crime

Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Warcry Manifesto

Demons whisper in my ear
Poison fills my veins
Blood runs black with fever
My wrists shackled and restrained

I am called a monster
I am called a menace 
I can see that I have 
Now run out of wishes
Venom drips in every word
Calling out for war
They haven't seen the last of this
They'll be seeing more
Putting down the rhetoric 
Picking up the reign
Choosing my next target
Break away the chains

If they want a monster
I can give them what they want
Tainted souls 
And clouded thoughts
Ready for the hunt

Be careful of your actions
Because you'll get what you deserve
Dark days are coming
Do not lose your nerve

Devil

Far fetched nonsense
Impracticable insanity
Backwards logic
Unreal reality
Superstitious blather
Not to be believed
Outrageous trickery 
Growing like a weed
One thing is for sure
It must be stopped at once
This underhanded swindling
These appalling stunts 

The folk have fallen prey
To horrible deceit 
A kind stranger
Weary on his feet
Innocent and worn
And tired from his travels 
All he wants is shelter
Before he comes unraveled
What's the harm in that
Simply none can be found
But this stranger is not to be trusted
Instead he should be bound
Locked away forever
Throw away the key
Because bad news follows him
Wherever he may be 
He'll beg you for your ear
And ask for your attention 
Then spread his toxin
And watch for the dissension

I warn you not to hear
I warn you not to listen
His craft is with words
For these he has a penchant 
He wants for our demise
He wants for us to fall
He wants for us to bicker
He will destroy us all