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

I live in a jaded world
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A world where hope has all but been rescinded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

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