Where I’m From
I am from wires,
from electricity and TV screens.
I am from the dust covering the console.
(Piled high, thick,
It made me sneeze)
I am from the Sega Genesis
the Nintendo
Who has long been forgotten
amongst the shiny new games.

I am from controllers and memory cards,
From Mario and Sonic.
I’m from the ******* gamers,
And the once-in-a-whiles,
From You win! And Game over!
I’m from Thou saveth the princess
With Donkey and Diddy
And 10 cheats I know by heart.

I’m from GameStop and Best Buy,
brand new plastic and overheating console.
From the controller thrown across the room
To the memories,
bonding brother and sister.

In my closet is a box,
filled with old games,
scratched up discs
that will never again work
I am from these games
created before I was born,
born from the tree of electronics.

Memories float around my head,
as I lie awake wishing for sleep.
Thoughts of love gained and lost,
visions of past lovers calling out my name.
Friendships lasting through it all,
unchanged by jealous girls and silly boys.
An inner child begging to be released,
to fly high on the lonely old swing set.
All the while praying for a visit
from the all too elusive Sandman.

Insomnia perseveres
and fights through the fog of memories.
The most charming of dreams
contend for control of my consciousness.
Dreams of grassy fields and summer days
attempt to whisk me away to a special place.
Fears of success, life and love
pull me in a differing direction.
The tug of war is tiring
and lasts for an eternity,
but the dreams come out victorious.
Tranquility calmly washes over me
and my eyes softly shut.
Thoughts and memories fade away,
as I soundlessly drift to sleep.

A single heartbeat from the end
     Into the madness I descend...

Witless words withheld unaware
Songs without rhythm not rhyme
Roads leading to the depths of nowhere
Clocks transcending time
Stars without the faintest shimmer
Plummeting from the skies
Dusting off my final crusade
      A martyr who never dies...

A single heartbeat from the end
A voice is screaming inside my head
Insubstantial sounds I apprehend
A single pill wont demolish dread
Then, a movement in the corner of the room
A dark, obscure figure with the face of doom
My demon, awaiting, with a wilting black rose
A single glance holds me under her grip
With each thorn breach she claps and crows
            I can't see the blood but I feel it drip...

Begin to question your life,

things no longer lie in your palm.

Recently suffered heartbreak, rejection -

something worse to come.

Manic and psychotic,

isolated nights without sleep.

Expected hurt, inflicted pain.

Fighting no one,

God eclipsed all other thought.

Storm clouds thrashed and burned with fire.

God so full of life, so mesmerizing, welcoming,

in his human form, in despair - confused and helpless.