This room is full of beasts

Some fiends displaying a mechanical grace

constant in their pursuit of a perfect numb

Convenient gods selling a discount lobotomy..

saying it will help reclaim silence in a crowded skull  

Some souls were left suspended

minds consumed by slow motion

fleeting bliss rapidly expiring

bodies in limbo


When free will falters..

madness makes moves

eyes reassemble for nonsense

Their only crime was observing

I've seen this all before...

reruns from a dizzy dawn

A fading emotion

Incoherent

Yet pulsing

Hit the highway

A glimpse of heaven in the sun

But no way to climb in

I am reclaiming silence inside a crowded skull

deconstructing voices once gracefully assembled

I am rewiring panic into reasonable hums

manifesting madness as a casual observer

I am watching the sun retreat into shade

as if overwhelmed by its own creations

I am consumed by an obscure obligation

finding sense in shattered jaw logic

I can never blink fast enough

so many perceptions denying reality

I am doing my best for an accidental existence

one operating under the illusion of transparency

If you have a voice and message it will surely articulate itself

Its in those muted moments when we doubt it exists

But writing is not some phase for the souls left suspended by a mad world

nor is it a passing craze for the ones who know chaos resides in quiet spaces

for the ones whose momentum is acutely inclined for folly

for the ones who deconstruct like a tortured time bomb

You all know who you are

It is simply the only way we can make sense of life's absurd rotation

Its the only way we can calm these hums that crowd our heads

The ones with ticks like panic seeping

The ones who lay sleepless with strange scenes and exhausted distractions

forgetting to breathe until the ink spills reason

We know sometimes our minds go where the body cannot follow

With no way to accommodate these abrupt transitions into impeccable storms

We interpret how we fall and do our best at stability

We stumble into renditions of frantic omissions

Constructing voids and fine tuning self destruction

Writing keeps us sane

but will surely be our undoing

So smile for the gift of justified obscurity

Sigh for the myth that claims all pain is accounted for

Find a balance and do your best to negate the banshee

This has been a message from one addled poet to the rest

I've seen your pain and hope you refrain from despondency

The world needs you now more than ever

PLEASE

Never stop writing

My actions can no longer be defined

I dance across catwalks in my mind

I dare not let myself slip

Gazing down

I see a faded clown waving back at me

Mouthing words that sound so absurd coming from a painted expression

''Descend so I can ascertain your motives!''

When I come down...

I see it's merely my reflections sense of humour and I screamed

''Suspend my silence for the sake of nonsense I suppose you have that right!''

Startled by my outburst

I watch myself begin to crack and falter

I panic knowing this is no place for a showdown

I fall at my feet and hysterically shatter for stability

Gathering up my pieces I mumble my motives

''How dare you disturb the cleanliness I have brought to this madness''

Putting them in my pocket I make my way back to normalcy

You left with proper notice

A gift I suppose

So many meet tragedy abruptly

Cookie cutter hysterics with the comfort casserole

life claimed another timeline

Since there are no half measures with the void

I will simply bring you a requiem

I swallow my nature for your passing

A broken car progression

A common misconception

Most of its passengers remain space phone faded

cancelled and cozy

It's your one day of stop light freedom

They stay red and we keep driving

A pity

You can no longer revel in this small defiance

A family plot far from the highway

Hysterical mechanical madness still clings to the breeze

There is no escaping the sounds of a worlds momentum

even as you're laying it to rest

This is where I'll stay someday the old heads tell me

I flee from the thoughts such a statement commands

I'm still running

Knowing there is surely no room for my ghost

You were arguing with someone who didn't exist

Your rebuttals were interrupted

but I hear no voices persist


What world have you constructed?

What perception is needed for this?


Unseen monsters trail your shadow

painting scenes with stolen hues

How could you ever know?

time is a ****** full of blue


Some creatures need a potent distraction

one absent of a conflicting reality

Some fade into glowing contraptions

minds unaware of a virtual duality