Hypnotic music, joyous sounds surround
The fans, all entranced by the performers.
The drummer happily bashes and pounds
Everything he sees shaped like cylinders.

The hi-hat steadily keeps the rhythm,
The bass drum makes a thud, quite powerful.
The crowd can't help but nod along with him
As he makes these beats so insatiable.

The cymbals create such fearful crashes,
And his finely tuned snare shoots roaring pops
Hurtling towards the off-guard masses,
This manic madness just can't seem to stop!

What exactly does he have left to prove?
He simply wants to see everyone *groove!

The people's total willingness
To accept such blatant ignorance
Seems like quite a condemnation.
Though this illusion seems like bliss,
It also seems like the causation

For many obstacles we face--
How we try to hastily race
To somehow appease these morons--
God forbid they might feel displaced,
It's not like the life they knew's gone

If someone finally brought forth the facts
And proved they were totally true,
Though quickly, they'd refute this evidence
And stick with the **** they first knew.

The arrival of a newborn life,
A treasure to behold.
The beginning moments of your time
Have worth tenfold in gold.

You've just begun your very own
Path within this bustling world.
What better place to spend these days
Than feeling warm and gently curled

In the firmly protective and oh, so loving
Arms of Mom and Dad.
Into a family of Kings, you're born!
Being dealt that hand's not bad.

We all welcome you happily,
You're quite a sight to see.
May you now and forever be
A bundle of wonder,
A boy we joyfully call Mordy!

There seems to be a slight downfall
With how I sometimes "know it all".
Even though I can still predict
All these outcomes, I must admit

That since I fail to ever act
During these events taking place,
I question why my mind is wracked;
All these issues, I cannot face.

Preemptive sense with a pretense
Is practically self-defeating.
Though you carry knowledge, immense,
You'll soon find yourself repeating

The same mistakes you made before,
And you'll make them forevermore.

Why become engrossed
In follies they boast
When other splendors
Are found easily?

The world possesses
Much better catches
And much more in store
If you're patiently

Awaiting a find
That could blow your mind
At its very core!
Still, you lazily

Accept the same spiel
They seem to still deal:
A gigantic bore's
What it is, basically.

What if nothing's real?
Where would it ever be found
Except in our minds?

Dazzling displays of downpouring snow
From an ashy and charcoal sky above
Peacefully drifts toward the ground below,
Creating serene scenery I love!

The atmosphere on these quieted streets
Seems rather calm in the still of the night.
During the daylight, even your heartbeat
Could be heard if you might listen just right!

Blanketed are these snowy linen lands
With a sheet colored as white as the moon.
This wint'ry blessing is utterly grand,
It's enough to make me slightly swoon.

I've always found the snowfall enthralling,
I choose to embrace its tempting calling!

Do you dare dabble in unknown power
To crush any decrepit enemy
Who foolishly tries to flee and cower
From your unrivaled, profound devilry?

Will you wager your own fateful demise,
Even though your sanity's quite terrorized
At the atrocious nightmares you create
Which none can fathom, yet you celebrate?

They've nowhere to retreat from this downfall
You've wreaked upon their sordid sanctity!
Now, what they must heed is the final call
Of their imperative fatality!

Suffering in this agonizing Hell,
They'll spend the rest of eternity.

If I could not think,
Then I cannot be,
Yet I'm past the brink
Of reality.

I wander on plains
That somehow sustain,
But what I perceive,
You'd never believe

To ever be true
Or part of this world.
Your mind would unglue
And become unfurled

To the realms most eyes never see
Or accept as reality.

Such a bitter grudge you longingly hold,
This poison surges in your darkened heart.
You carry a malice so fretfully cold,
Your soul is what you regrettably wrought.

You're brimming with an anger unneeded,
You muster quite an excessive amount.
This hatred you brew seems so deep-seated,
And all of this mindless drivel you tout

Spreads a bleak foulness throughout everyone,
Creating all of these hostilities.
You're a monger of folly who needs shunned;
You're surely not spreading some pleasantry!

You're merely a wretch, a putrid spirit--
Unwanted and useless, a stupid ***.

Life isn't meant to be painless.
Your past won't ever be stainless.
If you still want to reach the top,
The bottom's where you'll have to drop.

Often, the key to our success
Is through rigorous kinds of tests.
Trial and error is how you
Accomplish most of what you'll do.

For nobody can be perfect,
That much is what most can suspect.
The man that claims he's done no wrong
Is like a concert with no song.

Take this advice, it's quite alright
To make mistakes; keep up the fight!
The only time you truly lose
Is when you give up and choose to.

The inner machinations
Of one's imagination
Is quite a curiosity, indeed.

Even a speculation
About its operation
Proves its functionality, you see.

We have this fascination
With all its innovation
And how it's a peculiarity.

I felt the inspiration
For this poem's creation
Because of a spontaneity!

Still, its origination
Receives investigation
Which may continue infinitely

Without a hesitation
To find an explanation
Of what's actually imaginary.

The atoms constructing your left hand and arm
Originate from the dust residue made by the explosion of a star.
The atoms constructing your right hand and arm
Originate from another source, other traces of exploded stardust.

These explosions occurred perhaps millions, maybe billions of years ago.
These infinitely microscopic specks of dust
Have traveled the eternally expanding cosmos
In order to meet, and ultimately create your very form!

What were the immensely staggering odds
Of coming to being?
What were the astounding chances
Of your formation happening?

Oh, how I'm hoping this breath of fresh air
Will help blow away these woeful despairs
Constantly given to undeserving
And innocent people who are yearning

For a change amidst all this scenery
Making them grow increasingly weary.
I understand a life devoid of change
Can soon make yourself start feeling quite strange--

You might wonder about what you're missing,
Maybe you'll stop yourself from resisting
The tempting calling of grand adventure--
The alluring thought of such wondrous splendors

Could help keep you driven to try finding
The reward which you so desperately seek.
This goal seems so powerfully binding,
But luckily, neither of us are weak!

Sharply played notes ring in the air,
You hear its shrill sound, but from where?
It starts to buzz, and you wonder why
No one else noticed this screeching cry.

The noise of static suddenly flares,
You can't help but emptily stare
As this boisterous clamor grinds
At the inside of your clattered mind.

This cacophony soon makes you weak,
You can't help but produce a shriek!
Your screams will soon become quite hoarse,
And none will fathom your discourse.

Soon, this tumultuous discord
Puts you in a downwards spiral,
And all the others somehow ignore
*This hellish fright, so wickedly vile.

Withering life starts to surround
The blazing colors seen around
Decrepit forestry looking glum,
Yet beauty's found within Autumn.

Life upon Earth begins rebirth,
Reasons aplenty for feeling mirth!
Towering trees soon shed their leaves,
'Tis no reason for us to greave!

Taking walks amongst the woods,
It should be easily understood
When life ends its annual race,
Yet another will take its place.

This phase of nature's quite a sight;
In its scenery lies delight.
No need to fear it when it comes,
Instead, revel in the glory of Autumn!

Some claim the future
Is somehow predetermined,
Yet we have freewill?

Much like a slate that's been erased,
A darkened screen, black and empty,
A book with all its pages blanked,
Inside myself, I roam blindly

Within this void I call a mind,
The depth of which might be endless.
For what am I hoping to find?
Why I still search through this abyss

Seems futile since this fog is dense,
And it's not soon being lifted.
Why must I endure this penance?
For how long have I just drifted

Amongst shadows clouding all that
Resides in this cavernous pit?
I feel like a scurrying rat,
Yet I can't stop, I mustn't quit.

If I'm to escape this labyrinth,
Then I will not discontinue;
Why this mind of mine feels absent,
I'm sure to find some kind of clue

That could reveal the hidden truth
Behind this enigmatic veil.
I'll try to persist as this sleuth,
And keep following this ****** tale.

Perhaps its end will soon draw near,
I grow sick of chasing after
These leads of which I often hear
All ending with a disaster.

I yearn for the soonest moment
I can consider myself free.
After all this time I had spent,
All I'd want to finally see
Are the walls of this containment
Start to shatter all around me,
Putting an end to my lament:
 A glorious day, it would be.

You've likely pondered
The reason you're here,
The reason behind
Anything at all.

It's commonly wondered,
You needn't fear!
You're trying to find
Your own life's catchall.

Well, I can tell you,
But are you quite sure
You want the surprise
Revealed and unfurled?

You've already come
This far, I suppose.
Hopefully, you'll be
The next one who knows!

The purpose of life
Is continuance
Of what gives purpose,
Our own existence

Depends upon you
Keeping life going,
Helping our own race
Continue growing.

Now, that's merely one
Interpretation
Of our life's meaning,
Yet our damnation

Lies in our people
Still populating
This overcrowded,
Ever-increasing

Race of all humans,
Raised to reproduce,
But what's our limit
Before we're reduced

To being unable
To help ourselves
When we're overwhelmed
By how deep we delved

In this instinctual
Desire to expand
The booming birthing
Of our race, so "grand"?

Too much of something
Good is quite simply
What needs avoiding,
Lest the impending penalty...

Tonight's gonna be a doozy,
My supply recently went dry.
Might not be feeling too happy,
But I'm sure I'll be staying spry.
I searched for any hidden stash-
Although I failed, at least I tried.

Thoughts are churning, starting to race,
My droopy eyes begin to glaze.
A certain numbness in face
Reveals that I'm in quite a daze.
I must confess, I feel displaced
Inside of this musty, dense haze.

The cat just keeps ******* sneezing,
How annoyed I am's amazing.
Maybe I can help its wheezing-
She can't whine if she starts blazing!
With this notion, I'm just teasing,
Though she'd always stop from freezing!

How long I'll stay awake tonight,
You can all assuredly bet
That I may greet the morning light,
However, nobody should fret-
I'll soon sleep with enough of a fight
And wake up in total regret...

How can I begin to explain
This sudden rush of happiness?
It's not something I try to feign,
As far as I'm concerned, I'm blessed
To be overcome with all this
Blissful wonder swirling inside
Of my tender heart that had missed
The feelings it was sure had died.
I'll embrace the glorious joy
I've inexplicably found!
It surely seems not like a ploy
In which I'm trying to be bound.
Nevertheless, I feel quite nice.
In this splendor, I'll be basking.
It's quite the opposite of a vice,
I needn't resort to any masking
Of all this bright, splendid delight.
Still in my sight, I see the light
Despite any past forms of plight;
Its pursuance still feels so right.

Surely, you're not still believing
That all you know is somehow real.
This grand illusion which you're seeing,
The one you hear, the one you feel,

Is just a dream's conjuration,
A wondrous scheme, a great charade!
Stuck within your imagination,
You're caught behind this grim facade.

You've known a life entirely
Fantasized by your eager mind.
There's no meaning to reality.
What's left for you to maybe find?

Continue dreaming--dream bigger!
The power always lied in you.
Don't stay bound to your earthly figure,
In this dream, who's to say what to do?

You're gifted with seemingly endless
Choices to make and all their outcomes.
How's your time considered precious?
Our perception creates such humdrum.

Nothing exists, can't you see?
Save for empty space, and you!
And you're but a mere thought freely
Roaming amidst this nothingness;
Whether or not that might seem true
Is determined by how you perceive
This spectacle we call reality!

Horrors I've faced over the years
Greatly reduced the amount of fear
I use to feel, but overcame
After besting the toughest game

I've ever known and ever played:
Escaping this mind that once caged
My sanity, soul, and freewill:
The greatest treasures I instilled!

I have no fear of the unknown,
I've learned to know it very well.
I do not fear being alone,
I was once in a private Hell.

Do I fear death? No, not really.
It's just a part of life, clearly.
Though what does death really entail
If it is even anything?
Perhaps what I will have to hail
Is my decay into nothing.

I gaze upon this flaxen-haired,
Blue-eyed, fair lady.
She lights the spark for every flame
Burning deep in me.

Her peacefulness is humble.
Her charm, quite a delight!
I know no other like her.
She's a peculiar sight.

Lovely is this woman,
How she helps my weary soul.
Soon, she'll call herself my wife.
Set in motion are these goals.

Everything of which I dreamed,
I find hiding in her!
She's the only one for me:
Blue-eyed, flaxen-haired Debbie.

May you be granted the mercy you seek
During this hard time, becoming so bleak.
You always deserved this chance not given;
For quite some time now, you've been imprisoned

Within this cramped abode with company
Not exactly what you'd think as dandy.
You have every right to venture towards
Prosperous treasures on faraway shores.

Though your many efforts might sometimes fail,
You must continue with setting your sail!
You can't just give up, you've not reached the end:
You never know what lies around the bend!

You're much too stubborn to stop now, my dear...
You've come this far, you have nothing to fear!

Blackened skies spit the whitest snow,
Accumulating just below,
Forming mountainous heaps quite large
Which townsfolk often disparage.

Many will view this time of year
As a reason to feel great fear
of troublesome tribulation,
Yet I have a fascination

With all the atmospheric glow
In this scenery that still grows.
I admire how these sights forge.
There's beauty in Winter galore.

I don't dread how this weather nears,
How Winter's head's about to rear.
True, it tests our constitution.
By Spring, we'll have retribution.

Wretched insects crawl across my frail skin,
Though the sensation proves to be phantom.
I lacerate my sanity, worn thin,
And gaze in horror at what I've become.

I ferociously claw at the slightest
Hint of a pest gnawing adamantly
At my many sensitive nerve endings--
I know I'm not thinking rationally.

Usually, I lead myself to believe
That outside sources are the root of these
Unsettling woes and disturbances,
But I plainly see the true circumstance--

It's only cruel trickery I create,
Fretful byproducts of my mind's poor state.

Autumn morning greets us here
In a town buzzing festively.
Through our windows, we can peer
At the sight of discolored leaves.

The wind whips past busy folk,
Bustled within the shopping square;
Coming home to fires they'll stoke.
Hopefully, today proved quite fair.

Small journeys in countryside
Can sooth your soul and calm your pain.
Peaceful are leisurely rides
As rooftops feel sprinkling rain.

Revel in the serene scene,
Winter will soon quickly arrive.
Breathe the crisp, cool air so clean.
It's a pleasure to be alive.

How heavily this burden weighs,
A conscience so riddled with guilt.
Nesting inside of you, it stays
To topple confidence you built.

Spreading through your festering heart,
Wreaking havoc within your mind,
Who knows where it stops or it starts?
Its source is what you won't soon find

If you still search in the same place
Where you always investigate.
You won't even catch any trace
Of this foulness you still create!

Run in circles, drive yourself mad,
It's a fate of your own doing.
Would it be changed if you still had
The chance to undo your choosings?

Your inner peace was heavily disturbed,
Everyone saw how you started to stir,
But none among them truly understands
Everything for which you already planned

Was placed on a ****** indefinite hold,
And now, that chapter must remain untold
Until your time to shine will make itself known,
But this restlessness has fretfully grown...

Your impatience, often unrecognized,
Seems to steadily simmer and brew.
It's usually heard when you chastise
Something trivial anyone might do.

I sometimes feel this tension, unreal,
And I don't wish to keep stoking that flame,
But you must realize we share the same prize
In this perilous and unwavering game!

We've walked down these roads
More times than we know,
But still, we carry on.

The rush and the thrill
Will grant us our fill,
Our muse's strength is not yet gone!

If I would eat alphabet soup,
And afterwards, take a nice, long ****,
The random combination of letters
In the bowl's water, all splattered,

Would make an infinite amount
Of sense when compared
To all the ramblings you surmount
And somehow feel obliged to share.

From the time I first recognized
The presence of a painful hold
Upon my heart, I realized
That sadness can sometimes feel cold.

Chills can spread throughout your body,
You can't utter a single word.
This torment almost seems ungodly,
Your mind and soul soon start to blur.

Why I have to acquaint myself
With such woeful misery
Just seems so unnecessary,
A bleak and pious mystery.

It's not like anybody else
Would consider it as fair,
But still, I know somebody's there
To help me flee this ****** despair.

The love of your life, beloved friend,
Endearing, caring counterpart,
The one who always will depend
On the unity of your hearts

Will nurture you the best they can
Until you're ready to return
To the life both of you began,
Free of the shackles you once spurned.

Wherever we decide to go,
There's something I'll forever know:
Inside my heart, you have a place
No foulness could hope to erase!

It seems that all life becomes a big blur
When it fades into fuzzy memories
Of old recollections that churn and swirl
In a part of the mind once thought empty.

Faint images seen begin to appear,
Though they were considered misplaced and lost.
This past visioning will soon start to clear,
But unknown is the true price of the cost

Of regaining sight of past experience
Throughout an entire lifetime's worth of
Personal penance and inherent lament,
Addiction for distraction, a love

For misery's indulgence, evilness
Bubbling inside a decrepit heart...
Perhaps the past might have its blurriness,
But I remember so I'm not torn apart.

There are many fates which we can conceive
That easily prove to be worse than death.
The type of cruel doom most cannot believe,
The kind of affair which sharpens your breath.

You could succumb to plague, famine, or war,
All these atrocities, you would labor
For what may seem like an endless purview,
And all these nefarious blights, you'd rue.

You could feel regret for what might've been,
And solely dwell in memories of past,
Constantly question what you did, and when,
Think of why you went where you would hold fast.

Death's a luxury compared to the strain
That's inherent with life's shackling chains.

Lashing winds strike the unprepared
In weather so unkind.
Frigid cold puts us in despair
As we frantically find

Our refuge from harsh conditions
Which we face every year.
Freezing chills raise our suspicions
Of hardships coming near.

May you bask in the warmth of home
And many hearty meals.
Hopefully, you'll not be alone
When chilly's how you feel.

An icy sun with frosty glows
Won't last forever, friend.
On the upcoming bloom of Spring,
You can surely depend.

Schizophrenia is a private cell
Reserved for just one in the depths of Hell,
A place without an exact location,
A damnation found in desperation

For an escape from feeling trapped inside
The spot you sought refuge and tried to hide
From vicious voices, all disembodied.
Solitude's precious, but also oddly

Does enough to make you feel too alone.
Perhaps you'll miss some voice's monotone
Droning that lectured, but still seemed to care,
Though some of those voices wrought your despair.

You mustn't forget some voices are real,
And yet, those can often cause your ordeals.

You have no clue how easily
Some are shattered, though plain to see.
Heightened sensitivity:
A gift and curse embedded in thee.

Feel more than you can tolerate,
Dwelling in feeling's what you hate.
Wallowing in this sordid state;
This pain won't seem to dissipate.

In this cold cell, you must confide,
But from yourself, how can you hide?
Inside your mind, you'll bide your time.
Feeling too much was your one crime.

Gentle is her hold,
Her fingers slightly pale and cold
As she rests them in a fold
When she peers outside.

Her mind, so vast and free;
Always searching inwardly,
She seems to wander endlessly
Through its vivid sights.

Flaxen hair and soft, blue eyes
Highlight a face too good to cry,
But still, I see you stiffly try
To cease how they shed.

A soul as pure as snow
Drifting to the ground below
From a sky that somehow knows
You're resting your head.

The waters are calm, the current carries
The depths of a pain which turned cumbersome.
Gently flowing downstream, into the night,
That crippling burden suddenly feels numb.

No longer can this suffering persist,
Not as he quietly rolls through the mist
After his final drop to the lowest
Point to which others are still unbeknownst.

His body falls limp, struck dead by the jump,
That bridge was undoubtedly high enough
To make his fall into the distant sump
Not just seem like another empty bluff.

At least he can't feel the sorrow and pain
He use to feel for the life he disdained.

Though I walk through
The valley of the shadow
Of death, I'll fear no evil,
For it lies within myself
As well, and is often embraced.

I still hold a light of my own,
But avoid ignoring the dark.
Instead, it's greeted all the same.
I refuse to just overlook
This part found inside myself.

For every shadow casted,
There's light shining behind it.
Both of them can't even exist
Without each other's presence.
They depend upon the opposite.

And death is but an essential
Part of any possible life.
It mustn't be feared, seeing as
The gift of life can't be bestowed
Without receiving its predecessor.

Finding no pleasure in daily routines
Surprisingly treasured by the machines
Reminding you it's just the status quo
And part of the life in which we all grow,

Unsatisfied with droll simplicities,
You might indulge in distant fantasies-
Magnified on a world you set apart
From the forgotten one others have wrought.

An escape is often necessary,
But you can't forget where you still remain,
Though time you spend in either world's nary
Going to keep you entirely sane.

These choices you make are arbitrary-
Hopefully, you'll still be kept entertained.

I don't know why, but Daddy's sad again.
He just wants to cry all alone in the den.
It'll be okay, though Mommy's gone away,
I'm sure she'll be coming back soon someday.

He doesn't say where exactly she stays,
But when she comes back, I do want to play.
We'll all feel happy when we're together,
And hopefully, Daddy will feel better.

I went to see him, but he was standing
On a chair with a rope around his neck.
He can't stop yelling, he kept demanding
That I call Grandma and not interject.

I'm not really sure what he was planning,
But when I went back downstairs just to see,
From the rope he tied, he was just hanging,
And could only stare blankly back at me.

Life is a vapor.
As quickly as it was made,
So it vanishes.

Daybreak shining through the sky,
Lighting all to see;
Start your brand new day.

Shades of blue and red highlight
A grand, picturesque scene;
God, please show the way.

Infinite possibilities,
So much to both do and see.
Give today the chance it deserves,
Chances are you'll discover...

Charting for what's soon in store,
Won't be lead astray;
Need to finalize

My long and fruitful trip ahead;
Ending's what I dread,
But don't need to cry.

Journeys through this world anew,
Findings prove my goal is true.
Take the helm, I'll fret no more.
Seal my fate, open my door.

Why must we fight this ongoing war?
For how much longer must blood be shed?
Why was it started in the first place?
Can't you see people we send are dead?

You only think in your own interests,
You just seem to think about yourself.
To Hell with your greed and selfishness,
You pigs don't care for anyone else!

You tear apart innocent lives,
That's how your profits seem to thrive!
When you pigs face untimely wrath,
You'll have none to blame for this path

Of self-destruction you all wrought!
Your own demise is what you brought!

Every single one of your thoughts
Links to yet another,
and every one you choose to have
Determines the very future.

The constant flow of all these thoughts
Can't be interrupted;
Even if a thought's not produced,
Another was constructed.

A simple law we might recall,
"For all actions, a reaction".
All thoughts create the next event,
Even all that time you spent

Pondering on what you should do
Molds the future's shape.
If this supposition would prove true,
Then what is our escape?

One solution is quite clear:
If the mind makes all these thoughts,
Then its death is what can halt
Further additions to the chain

Which is all that could sustain
You as life kept going.
Without a thought to keep a train,
Then all you knew becomes nothing.

He's off to spend every night and day
Watching his dreams slowly fade away
Into the void of endless abyss,
The blackened skies of a hazy mist.

He longingly recalls his desires,
Cast asunder in their pyre.
The world decreed that he'll never need
Such useless whims in his foul mire!

"What good could you ever try to prove?
You were made to fail, and born to lose!
You think you only need be clever
To saunter your way through this grand ruse?"

Although they tried, he stands undeterred
From their efforts to make him unnerved.
He calmly waits for his opportune
Break into eminence, coming soon!

Though he witnessed his dream's demise,
He knew quite well it spelled not the end.
He felt confident when he surmised
That on his dreams, he could depend!

He knew the death of an idea
Could only beget another's birth.
When one seems to fall, the next stands tall,
And what ensues brings plentiful mirth!

All these dreams, they shan't stop producing,
It just takes an active fantasy!
You can spend as much time as needed,
And you're bound to think infinitely

About all the possibilities
You could imagine eternally!
Endless bouts of fruitful pondering,
All this brainwork, you'll be marvelling!

Though you stifle our labors, it seems
Nothing can truly **** all our dreams!

It seems as though the road to Hell
Was only paved with good intent.
Though you try to offer a hand,
You often feel abrupt lament

For such shameful, yet obvious
Indignant and deplorable
Remarks you knew they'd not repent
And knew would sound just horrible.

How they can't think before speaking
Only makes all their arguments
Lose any credibility
And creates such a vast dissent

With those who see past the futility
Behind this debate's disgraceful content.