Wind on the shore, just a hiss, nothing more.
Often hard to hear, naught but the roar.
Not my thoughts, nor heartbeat,
Just the wind and nothing more.

Seems this silence, a tempered peace, nothing more,
A break from turmoil, the rarest treat.
Settled thoughts, welcomed bore,
A tempered mind and nothing more.

To be sure,
The only thing separating man from beast is the delusion of grandeur.
Mind you,
The difference is not a delusion,
But the delusion is the difference.

I watch the sunset,
Ever yet,
Hoping,
This time that blazing ball will burn,
The suspect blue speck that is the origin of tomorrow's pandemic.

Self spun nightmare,
Neverending fight there,
Never thought I might scare
Myself some days.

Thought I had it all down,
Wrapped up, tightly wound,
How could I be unfound
In this dreadful maze?

Brought to a boil,
Chaotic vapors churn beneath.
Haunting the edge of vision,
Shifting silently along the soil.

Demons of dark,
Poisoned blade hidden by the sheath.
Drawn for the first incision,
Sadistic surgeon eventually makes his mark.

Dirge of the sane,
Mantra for those touched in the head.
I dance to a tune seldom heard,
For you may never know the refrain.

Broke in the brain,
Society remains misled.
I can cover the absurd,
So am allowed to go with the grain.

The merry sounds are all around,
Grab a cup, to the brim if you will,
Cheery greetings of new friends found.
And let your ears drink their fill.

The mind is lost to fetching measure,
Marvelous melody born from skill,
I find it is the simple pleasure,
That draws me to night's thrill.

The dreamers dream of better days,
Of better ways, days spent in daze.
Wacky worlds of perfect pitch,
Each moment rich, without a hitch.

The whirlwind of life around
Cannot compete the mind unbound.
Time spent inside insanity
May feel more real than memory.

Soon dreamers dream the day away,
And dream a way to stay away,
To next adventure through the haze.
Lost in a glaze of phony days.

I know this little puppy,
Or maybe he’s a guppy,
As he likes to take to water,
Like rav’nous rats a larder.

I am compelled to mention,
While he seems to seek attention,
Could not he be aware,
How his actions help him fair?

Does he bury furry friends,
So they don’t obstruct his end?
Is a pat on the head that needed?
Or is causality unheeded?

As this ******* of a fish and mutt,
Is capable of kindness but,
Only when it drowns those near,
Of shadowing his own career.