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
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Present Predicament
Where the strong dismiss the weak
Where the rich forsake the poor
And our saviors are the meek
I live in a world
Where the bad guys might lose
But the good guys lose their lives
Where the wicked stand on mountains
Above us all, and laugh
Where thievery and lies are woven in our path
This is a world
Where the heroes hide and cower
Where the just and the worthy
Do not the hold the power
This is a world
Where sleep is more blessed than any waking minute
A world where hope has all but been rescinded
Havoc walks strong on two legs
While it swats at my spirit
The end is near
From here, I can hear it
Help us please
We are rotting away
Our morals have atrophied
We stink of death and decay
In this world
There is plenty of few
And few of plenty
For our dignity
The top bidder only paid a penny
Relax into regression
Because there's nothing left to see
It's just the world and our mistakes
Everyone and me
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Devilish Demonics
Devilish demonics
Written on our souls
Beckoned dead & wandering
Pushed into a hole
Silence fills their every scream
Of which we've counted many
For their vice
They'll give it all
We're glad to give them plenty
Drink & slurp
Please have your fill
Your hunger's worth a golden field
When you're full
Content and sated
We'll be so glad
That we waited
To take & tarnish
What we created
To bask in greed
Gore, lust, and hatred
Into the hole you'll find a shell
A shriveled husk
A twisted smell
Unrecognizable
From what was there before
But still we hope
To beckon more
Would YOU like to join us now
A taste of wine
A cut of cow
The beef is cooked to perfection
The wine is of the best selection
We welcome you to be our guest
We hope you come, at our behest
When you arrive
Pay no attention
To the chasm
At the entrance
Or the screams
That emanate
It is the regrettable eyesore
Of our estate
We are excited about your R.S.V.P
Dinner will be served at 6:23 PM