A body full of habits
Most of them nonsense
A world full of madness
Act accordingly

I can't handle the scrutiny when my mind mutinies and I begin indulging the delusion of a fun house constitution

Confusion....

When nicotine from a thoughtful fiend is like performing a poor rendition of empathy

...its a fleeting remedy for this elusive void constantly seeping

Voices crowd the ceiling and I have a feeling the expressions that accompany a dawn dazed confession will make this timeline lay low in hopes of a saner discovery

Brains full of pinball malfunctions this junction has no written direction or meaningful connection gleaming

We fall have crazed waiting for the day when reason ascends this fray and finds a world worth clarifying

We echo nonsense its just the consequence of gathering just to displace silence in some chemical pledge so our thoughts can hedge their bets

...never get caught on the edge of haste and uncertainty

You see...
Societies favorite formality is the one that requires smiles for savagery

...but peering into the mirror it is clear sanity has yet to show a flaw worth savoring

Here is another spoken word from a reading full of blue in a room of clues as to why we all gathered here to share our silent moments of uncertainty certainly I grew up in a food stamp paradise but isn't it nice when being raised on r ratings and nicotine isn't the worst fate for the hate of accidentally existing inside a stranger that was never intended suspended inside this method of madness that only comes sporadically systematic while lacking the schematics for clarity why I'm a product of a fun house mentality so you see its not always up to me when the words spill or the shrill ringing of writing until asphyxiation because scenes dissect when they do what else can I chew without clearance or an appearance of sanity I swim in remnants of peace when I forget to breathe or conceive a world without an ink stained funnel for this morbid curiosity we feed to offset the mediocrity of a T.V persona existence this persistent need for violence is almost an impulse we convulse with a dark euphoria screaming gloria into the train wrecks broken neck headlines splattered with genocide cowboys and plastic pondering while the wondering of a reasonable whisper fall victim to loud speaker urgency

Why should I rectify this gibberish when I see you micro managing madness with fistfuls of sadness I must confuse the bemused expressions who refuse the notion that gentle hypnosis is a back alley psychosis how nefarious when strangers reprogram a subconscious claiming electricity is tasteless even though I know this hell is faceless its a symptom of dodging complacency so before my mind goes let me free flow like a freak show even though I know I'm speaking hysterically into empty spaces where my downward gazes find hands like phases not a correct callous in sight but the night always reveals a mindful monster with pull string monotony and a silk stuffed voice box eyes like key hole perspectives and blue screen lock go ahead and mock this sincerity derived from a dive into pure obscurity these flaws rust this hysterical mechanical jaw now muted by the awe of virtual sunsets and chemical skylines dotted by dead satellites and styrofoam clouds choking birds now the words confess somewhere an electric wire congregation thins while insect empires binge on a world free of sky high predators still they live in shadows of suited institutions manufacturing delusion like it's a cure for reality

I am an advocate for strange...

My mechanics are blissfully malfunctioning inside an accidental existence..

Everything is hilarious and nothing makes sense

T.V personas injecting membrane memos like its a vaccination for reality

Reassembling minds like factory precision eager on the assembly line

A convenient god for your more hysterical notions

A high priced fallacy for your comfort

Sometimes we mingle in the middle
Striving for the prize of nearly existing
-Christopher

I'm sorry...

I did not witness your emphasized spirals of sickness until the day your mind resigned and declined to leave a message before you leaped

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

Clarity is currently a lens clouded by hindsight

Like some insane contraption projecting ghosts

All I know is..

A mind retired before the void consumes...

Is indeed...

A mind worth rearranging

I lost my mind pondering infinity

I realized time was never linear

More like a puddle spreading endlessly

A schizophrenics ticks were sold at auction

Words collected from toilet stalls across the southwest

The proceeds steal the strut from souls warm in the luxury of existing  

A new gold trim for your gods sky strapped in boxes full of free wills final folly

Deconstructing notions of peace absent of preconceived greatness

Keeping company with ghosts...

who insist the sincerest toast..

is the one held above extending loves reminder that hate is just as exhausting

Let us all gather in this time stained hollow for a symphony strung through our malfunction system

What are these ticks...

When the time slips and I find that my life was only a series of sublime distractions

reality portrayed as an ever elusive interpretation

A fist clenched in the face of fallacy forced from mouths fat with gold tooth gumption

Pocket computer mutes the astute perception needed for sincerity

Contraptions consolidate the wonders for easy consumption

DNA inclined to a nomadic existence snuffed with fluff from talk show syndrome

A strangers blunders broadcasted into all our corners

Mourning the turning of a record full of nostalgia

Control the skulls with pill flavored filling

Like rusted hardware churning an absurd mixture

We all sway to the hum of static hilarity

I've spent some time on the lines between fine and terrified

Detached from the reactions of a stranger collision

Realigned with a crime lacking the savvy for sigh filled predators

If you find sense in the nonsensical then get ready for an existence steady with haphazard jesters rendering satire from social observation

Farewell to the freak that speaks reason inside a plastic world

A lack of gods for complicating compelled a mind to attempt liberation  

horizons painted on signs indicating fines for existing

duck and cover from a feather plucked from a sky strapped wing

I have nothing left and your frustration is not unlike a snail high on amphetamines

I think...

I've always operated under the influence of reason when dictating my belief system

A lack of god for complicating is my sincerest attempt at interpreting my reality

Whatever devices one needs for clarifying existence are acceptable

as long as the don't dictate someone elses

Being ignorant of sinister chemistry...

is no excuse for stealing a strangers peace

glimpsing another's reality is not the same as living it

one can operate the machinery...

even if they didn't construct it

But they may ultimately find frustration...

like a snail high on amphetamines...

They feel content in a stranger system...

Still

The DNA does not allow the momentum needed for such artificial conviction


Carry on

Here are some mishaps from mainlining madness

The stars now seem sinister..

they hang from twine on a crowded skyline

like so many peepholes for a pervert god

I could never live up to these fantasies now mass produced

I DON'T HAVE THE ANSWERS

I'm not sure what constitutes base line normalcy

When considering a suited institutions interpretation of reality...

Lines perpetually blur into an infinite numb

Did free will give us the devices for denying our own mechanics?

How do you reconcile a mind retired from wondering?

Are these crowded spaces nothing more than sad faces displacing silence?

and how much enamel was lost...

in pursuit of despondency?

Ponder a fond portrayal

like we don't all cling to crumbling foundations

You may find me accidentally existing inside a stranger I never intended

You may find me blissfully malfunctioning..

break down illuminated by fluorescent hums

Some concrete charades for gray days full of time

Now and then...

I can pretend my plight for silence transcends the rational

A broken system makes monsters mandatory for existence

Some people find it easier to become beasts

The saint may swoon....when savagery becomes easier than presumed

Some find it out of shear desperation

When an indifferent world contorts you into that primitive state

Fang and claw exposed with terrified eyes

A chest full of concrete

A brain forced into despondency...

turn the dial and you only hear static

Sanity sequestered inside coma mechanics...

anticlimax by way of numbed timelines

I would pray for you

But we both know...

the sky is already crowded with echoes

Goodbye

When free will falters..

madness makes moves

Eyes reassemble for nonsense

Their only crime was observing

We are...

A generation suspended in asphyxiation

torn between vanity and breathing

painted masks smear

Forever screaming into tilted cup


There were days when love conquered fear

Now

we no longer linger here


Footsteps shrouded

constantly retreating

victims of loud speaker urgency

Pilgrims for a spun world

pioneering a new god


A Chemical persuasion

A reflections hesitation

Watch the duality unfold


An impasse steals the ******

We never knew moderation

Muted madness

finally speaking

A radio full of ghosts

quietly weeping

A reasonable robot

will never be found

What is lost

can never be profound

My life is usually unraveling quietly inside various states of disarray

Its my own doing and I am a professional

I know I sound self absorbed and self afflicted

I hope I didn't steal your time

I am a lot of things

but I am not a thief

I suppose I could take comfort in some small consistencies streaming through our species

In comparison to the time we spend dodging trains

Or pursuing another 0rgasm with an animalistic momentum

This is light speed fleeting

Still

Only a small step away from creating black holes

Anyway...

I say obsessive compulsive disorder

the red tape says crazy

I say these 60 hours of consciousness are the product of a restless mind

the white suits say its surely a chemical inbalance

but upon what scale are they operating?

(eyebrows raised in disbelief)

THE SCALE OF SANITY OF COURSE

oh

The only thing that provokes a serious need for vacancy in my life

Is full pockets

That's not a half baked metaphor

nor is it an obscure display of nerves crumbling

...forever deconstructing inside a failed attempt at demonstrating the burdens of existence

I really cannot stand crowded pockets

My lifestyle does not accommodate such a condition

Tobacco boxes and plastic flames

Cheap contraptions for times subtraction

A wallet absent of evil

Still

Chalk full of all the proper identification for existing

and depending on the day

The necessary tools for twisting reality into compliance

A touch screen distraction full of pain and despondency

Its disgusting I know

we all stay cozy and space phone faded

When I come home

The first thing is excavating pockets

an act of defiance towards my own brain

I throw it everywhere

my disease has broken three phones

This has no purpose

Nor does is contain the thread of my own insecurities

its merely the ramblings of a mind finally breaking

its clearly time for the sleep that keeps eluding my trajectory

it will be a microscopic moment on a backdrop full of faceless collisions

My off switch is stuck on the green light

I wish I could wake up for a sun rise

instead of avoiding it like a criminal caught up in circumstance

When dissecting obscurity

you must possess a mind designed for mutiny

When habits gather for scrutiny

blinks are the only reprieve

When reality is no longer graced with a reasonable view

A soul may stumble into coma mechanics

I saw your face first

The same familiar stranger on a red light backdrop

My mind breaks when I realise you've been dead for a decade

A molecular concentration takes flight

screaming

"No more please"

Seizures like septic

this ringing has no rhythm

Ear full of static

I've been here before

but under a much different skyline

Gravity was too efficient

My skull lacked the proper buoyancy for a concrete introduction

I eat dirt and mingle with the microscopic

My mind searches for a reason

but it's only momentary

The curtain falls and I forget breathing

WAKE UP!

The void came like a seamless integration

A barbed tube for a veins intrusion

A legal stupor out of time

The bag claimed life juice

The white suits claimed hydration

Mouths curved skyward like so much obligatory optimism

Although

Their eyes suggest my body sits in shambles

I see...

I lay sheet strapped and completely surrounded

The jaws move like monsters

Words spoken like rusted mechanics

So scripted and so sick

No graces rooted in humor

Oh how I felt the *****

My addled antics have no place on this floor

...I was only one level away from the fun house

My face falls into laughter because it's all so serious

Sand dial urgency now

The world says they never needed this kind of strange anyway

Still

I hope I can stay

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

I came here with a handful of obscurity

Shall we map the systems that provokes such absurd musings?

Shall I speak into a seamless glitch now subjected to frantic stitching?

I assemble dispersive prisms to offset the mindset that all scenes remain black and white

Common courtesy was not an invitation for empathy

These conclusions full of color are not the product of serendipity

Flash fuzzy for a brain full of huddles

Deflect another reject with a space full of  arrangements

Misconstrued some mutiny and provoke a bystander into pieces

Second hand clockwork will never ease anticipation

Fine tuned nights clarify a need for self destruction

Blue moons sensationally sidetracked by habitual disconnection

I am exhausted

I close my eyes to negate surprise but my blinks always come too late

Farewell to the freak show I never knew your trajectory

I only observed when that final nerve fell into animosity

how primitive is a derivative of life?

how potent is a notion full of strife?

I am an advocate of strange

I am a pocket full of loose change

I am a crutch for nothing

I only have a pull cord and a body full of stuffing

All I know comes from sidetracked spirals full of feeling

All I know is the abstract remains king

A body full of habits

Most of them nonsense

A world full of madness

Act accordingly

All these rooms are the same

faces like factory precision eager on the assembly line

whitewashed and anxious for another distraction

Brains hum like fluorescents

Ear drums straining for subtle symphonies strung through a malfunction system

but clarity remains locked inside a key hole perspective

Images stutter into collisions and what is time anyway?

Strung out for a shout and we weave new sickness into salvation

Caught your god gasping for the masks that slip when a sky swoons from exhaustion

Skeletal sequence and the wall steals another shadow

A crumbling facade wrought with gunpowder stenches

A hollow charade begging for reason

Accommodate the mazes left floundering inside ****** magistrates

Who would wake a giant when we can't even ignite the sun?

suits strut carrying heads full of holes

Cozy with wholesome vices and wives derived from cellulite

Some of us remain fringe stuck while negating proper liquidation

Accidentally existing while consuming the prerequisites for confusion

I bring news from the void

All is not well

I haven't slept in days

I'm high on sunbeams and pondering muted static

This is no place for a sane mind or innocent persuasion

I've never been inspired by peace

so I suppose I should have expected chaos

I never could understand an easy distraction

so I was left with an excessive amount of time

Delusional toys for minds susceptible to malfunction

My only scenery is a cardboard cut out of the cosmos

Oh what bittersweet displays it provokes

A misplaced monster comes knocking

Faceless with a cup of rain for my soul

It has no place in the world so we get along famously

Often times I surrender my curiosity to the ridiculous

I starve it into submission and never stop

I talk hysterically in empty spaces

Dawn dazed and the birds wont stop screaming

life stays sequestered behind plaster and window blinds

A small reprieve from the concrete choked landscapes we traverse so heedlessly

My body is currently in a state of sabotage

No peace for an exhausted ghost

Anatomy wrought with numb mechanics

I laugh for something resembling sanity

My echoes fall behind and that old familiar tick descends

Panic until the ink spills reason even if I'm the only nod

It consumes like sickness and I begin the pace patterns

Understand its all for nothing

Chain smoke until the lungs revoke my right to oxygen

I found stability while begging for an erratic intervention

I found my words provoke more than an easy reaction

Maybe I can perceive a fine tuned world

One that spins rationally

still I see faces unfurl

Smeared with pollution and haphazard expressions

Slow motion vanity for the casual observer

temporary worlds blissfully sidetracked  

I am the stranger that I never intended

You stood there

Mind
Fully
Manic

Your DNA....

A testament to creations serendipity

Please tell me

What images do you contain inside that mind so defined?

What fringe fueled ****** led us here?

You said you found my insanity offensive and delightful

If I had the constitution for marriage I may have proposed right then

That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me

My madness was only emphasized by your own

I tell you I know the best ways to waste silence

We can climb into the sun and dive for time and place

A recipe for catastrophe and we feel no limitations

like two addicts in one body

We understood that stifled inhibitions can't claim knowledge

You're gone now and its probably for the best

I'm not fit for your grace

I can never find a peaceful rotation

You must understand

I feared your love

but was never cold enough to deny it

Where does my mind slip when my head tips from habit?

When does the time skip and reveal gold watches tenaciously ticking?

Humans lost in conditions that may be DNA inclined

Casually projected with a fingerprint manifested for clarity on the fly

You see we all lose time with formal fictions for the sake of momentary highs

Sometimes they cross and we find the cost is frenzied f*cks for forgetting

Then into the world that never needed so many institutions

I watched those mouths claim purity while plucking a sidewalk bloom

Trivial for some but then again I never knew traditional company

Dead white in the cold clutch and I never heard the sighs

They knew the cost for slow motion gods and the tides slowly lost reason

Another casualty in a war for reality between mind and vulnerable eye

What an absurd rotation

What an exhausting flirtation

When obscurity speaks a lie

Parasite queens traversing my makeshift bulwark

Nefarious creatures straying from complacency

PLEASE LEAVE ME BE

wait...

Maybe you were never real and this pulse was inspired by lunacy

composing scenes full of painted expressions for easier navigation

Maybe time performed some primitive surgery

reassembling a collection of abstract hysterics for an exhausted ghost

Maybe the rain has a more sinister purpose for these crowded spaces

worlds briefly splattered with reflections rendering disbelief

Inside this mind once spoken for

I surrender my will to despondency

My reality laughs

offering up souls full of toys for misappropriation

Now I slide down to the vacant side

hoping to sit and watch the time

I know this place well

kicking rocks into the void

I grow weary waiting for impact

Life left me jaded by noble fiends

hate and spite for consumption

I've found it exhausting

after all

Hatred stems from fear

and I am terrified.....truly

Not only by the lack of pause reflected on so many faces

or by a societies unwavering commitment for disconnection

More so this notion I find in these quiet moments

When the eyes remain stationary

contemplating another boomerang trajectory

It's simply this

I've seen fear in all organisms

built into a disposition like DNA

Voices fighting for space
I needed silence the most
I no longer recognize my face
I grow tired of seeing your ghost

Life told me I **** at making people happy

But I'm great at making them think

Clockwork declares my trajectory tenacious

Never has it seen such animosity towards existing

My sincerity is matched only by electricity extinguished for better imagining

My demons come from seasons spent consumed by a dripping faucet

Its my only consistency in this perpetual spill

The waves crash into porcelain

I hear it above everything

handheld seas and garbage bird dawns

I'm left wading with sharks

Emphasized spirals of sickness

My condition is nothing special

The mind fuzz declare my brain addled

I still pay the bills but always with a sane display

fearing the snug plug of an electro shock embrace

My imagination is measured in concrete stretches

0rgy arcades and gun powder prisms

liquor lounges with dim lit kings

I no longer linger here

I'm ripped apart by casual tragedy

Surely

This adaptation we consume will prove fleeting in its distraction

Thoughtful fiends ever receding

I choke when I remember there is no such thing as an innocent grace

My perceptions have always come in the depths they do

How would I know if they were truly askew ?

What is base line reality?

Everything is hilarious and nothing makes sense

I stray into suspension

Between despondency and awareness

between survival and empathy

I never claimed purity

I only have a brain full of obscurity

Still

So often I trip over shocked expressions

Limbs in rigid stances

Bodies rejecting mortality

Fine tuned urgency interrupted by the occasional sigh

I'm losing it and I don't have the answers

I am addicted to the spill

It is a fine life recipe for the mad

perpetual messes with no guesses on origin

only frenzied f*cks for forgetting
only hysterical means for elation

My muse lies in moments when the mind breaks

when chemicals mate and mistake lunacy for love

My best is when we clutch and deconstruct like dynamite

sighs and sickness mingle for comfort

My anatomy is made up of patchwork

but this smile is genuine

My tendencies often tumble into free fall

but I've learned not to scream

Sometimes I trip into transparency and I find you alive and well

But this mind is a stray and the name of the game is connection

no matter the damage done

The tools we use for sanity often times  perpetuate a prolonged disconnection

Its all so unsettling

when my first instinct is laughter

Some people just aren't meant for peace

Insect rivalries disrupt microscopic tragedies

Their tiny objections echo through the infinite


Muted chaos mingles with cosmic clutter

All is lost when stars prove sinister

like so many peepholes for a pervert god


Madness makes moves...

I see eyes reassemble for nonsense

Their only crime was observing

So many sad faces and I'm sick like a benadryl boomtown


Scenes full of primitive make believe

Haphazard halos and plastic queens

They disperse for stranger tilts

fluorescent hums and cancellation

Torn between vanity and breathing



Raised on R ratings and nicotine

Box forts in the junk pile

Yellow sky and rat king stances

Footsteps shrouded by loud speaker urgency

Where do they go?



Time runs low on another freak show

left in shambles by habitual slow motion

Pluck the remnants of distinction

pure intentions may rearrange promiscuity



We are only human

We are only a collection of frantic omissions

These distractions come potent

These observations become motives


Excuse this mind that remains remote

pondering sickness and considering ghosts


One last party for obscurity

One last dive into the spill

I never wanted your minds or graces

I only wanted this banshee to stay still

Sometimes

I feel as if there is something truly profound about love and hate

Both numbing in their exhaustion and best reserved for a proper patron

Both humbling in the fallout

The generations are numerous in this conviction for folly

Other times I feel its merely chemicals reacting in a hungry skull

Navigating lonesome anatomy into collisions for the sake of a secondary pulse


Still

A shortcut in my quiet moments...

When I discard my bulwark and realize I only thrive in seclusion

Is it lethargy or lunacy when I reject connection?

A tick of panic in my crowded moments...

When shoulders mingle in spaces fully saturated with gizmos and vain distraction

How potent is creation?

F*ck away the time and we may call it heaven

****** into chaos and we weave new homes for hurting

The scenes we preconceive are never as fantastic as the actual trajectory

When we come faceless and wanting

we may find time to ponder a perfect rotation

But once the whirlpool winks we can barely grasp the remnants of imaginary

You must understand

I no longer recognize your faces

Please forgive me...

I never was a very good human

However

You may find comfort in the following confusion

You see

When I find myself in the mirror

I too am greeted by a familiar stranger

Excuse me

I am a sickly structure with an abstract affliction

I only see in madness

I only came here because I need an excuse for existing

A low day for this brain box

But what constitutes normalcy?

Fine lines for strutting and a head full of holes

I never know what it needs

I found domiciles consumed by powder rockets and fuzzy fiends  

full of cosmic jokes and silver wrapped trinkets

full of window taps and shattered reflections

Plastic plateaus circled by virtual vultures

Capturing memory and chemical persuasions

Pocket tucked and indifferent for the sake of an easy dispersement

Disassembled depravity reassembled for hilarity

A fine insect coating for the main stream

Cancelled glances accompany hysterical stances

what an exhausting display of vanity

Smile for the ghosts who need the most

Smile for the muted mechanics and static responses

I left my plots behind

they are now victims of consumption

scavengers of extravagance

ravaging the proper somewhere over my shoulder

A distant echo now

I want to tear it all down

Skies like lunacy

Earth like excess

between these scenes

Lies a distracted remedy for a nonsensical trajectory

No oxygen left that hasn't been spoken for

Breathe in another song and exhale the sorrow

It is not mine

nor is it yours

We are intruders in an otherwise flawless formality

Distant sighs under spotlight saturation

I've seen stranger souls shrug in defeat

Another jaw made slack by an unhinged notion

Puzzled by such purity in obscurity

how can one do it justice?

I die twice pursuing saner circles

I ride a wanting wave when life speaks lunacy

Found myself accidentally proposing to ghosts on the subway

Never real

Light speed fleeting

Found common ground in contorted concrete

So many lives fighting for meaning

Surely I can mingle in this hysterical crossfire?

I lost it inside a fabrication
I lost it inside an amphetamine

Never knew the quick fix for a trick switch relapse

Never could conceive the means for blissful navigation

Some capable capsules designed for the stream line

Makes paranoia comply for a nervous showdown

Compulsive colors for a stranger skull

repulsive renditions for your ink and freak

I've never been so certain...

That when I sleep I weep for a world that never ceases

Stomach pain for days

Scraped the bottom of another wonder

Found its emptiness worth pause

Everything is so far away from me

Time is a ******

A habit made ancient and unwavering

The proof is merely a paused perception away

I was lethargic in lullabies

spotlight saturated and speechless

concaved cushions and dim lit kingdoms

fell away inside a chemical nap

I came here hoping for clarity

I found the same chaos rebranded

Imagination measured in concrete stretches

factories inspire assembly line portraits

The painters where all noble fiends

sketching skies for pleasant company

Still these habitats prove overwhelmed

exhausted figures faint from consumption

Familiar anatomy
Familiar tragedy

Calming colors on a brickwork spread

I move through their pauses

A mind full of static
A pocket full of amphetamines
Artificial antics from plus sign suitors

While supplies last the mind will not grasp the severity of such resolve

Unless it's contrived and longs for the fringe

Accommodating dust damp bunkers and fallout nooks

Temporary ploys  
Projectile toys

What savage means for elation

Reality conducts seamless sickness

primitive surgery for existing

Confusion now for these faces and graces that perpetually stream

Conclusions now for a sigh that never speaks

I woke up laughing

tripping over notions of full circle lunacy

Reminding me why I never sleep

That escalation was merely a product of miscommunication

thoughts and actions misconstrued

Anonymity amplified for the seekers can only lead to desperation and hysterical behavior

Animosity harbored can only bring sickness when we come faceless and wanting

Declare this head space unfit for sanity if you truly believe me monstrous

Who am I?

With pupils pondering tightropes and nails sufficiently chewed

I will surely be my own undoing

My face fell for these scenes perpetually  persuaded by silence

No room for articulation inside these pin drop prisms

The graces pool for a better freak show

Their only crime was observing

So we strain for serendipity misconstrued

Surely this banter is beautiful and destined for comfort

Surely we know the why inside this want

Never admitting these conditions only cover my human in a filmy flattering

So often I trip over shocked expressions

Painted with numbed creatures

Patchwork anatomy with free fall tendencies

As if disappointment was concrete recently spilled

limbs in stagnant stances

I no longer linger here

The noise was nonsense with a hysterical hindsight

Thumbs out for stranger company

The family units blur inside tin and fume

Exhaust pipe cough and these hands clench cold

Tube stuck finger muck cancelled glances

Beg for a reason in a harsh dawn display

Blue pipes run black and they forget forgetting

Move on small mishap
This mind remains unhinged

Stay still time specked sky
You may inspire a rooftop excursion

Beam me a better vacation I was never meant for everything

Sand paper benches and tile shine syndrome

Vanity is irrelevant here

I fear broken recollections and punctures so I perch with grassy knolls

Its consistency is that of Easter baskets

Surely this is man made ground

I tell this to my shadow and it sighs with excuses

Maybe you were never real and this pulse was inspired by limbo

Maybe I'm not really here

These masks slipped from my shelf and the sounds don't make sense

Somewhere behind me

There may still be monsters accidentally existing

I have no time for their ghosts or membrane mutiny

Somewhere a childish criminal collects clarity blissfully sidetracked

Simple secrets now subjected to an expiration date

A jar cluttered with light may illuminate its conclusion

Hums fall with clicks inside glass contaminates

Class refrained curiosity made these spaces empty

Peripheral pimps take my scenes for nonsensical renditions

Ticks in the skull while empathy ponders panic

A familiar echo for the susceptible
A time bomb mistaken for clockwork

Helium hideaways complicate an otherwise profound articulation

They fall separately

While defunct damsels capture blue bliss on virtual timelines

It's not real
Light speed fleeting

Grasp the grips for your short sighted ******

Do these chalklines suggest hesitation?

What flaw shall we consider fixation?

Brickwork bygones crumble into memory and highway streams

Falling on fiends lost inside a smokescreen sanctuary

Eyes indefinitely indulging

Porcelain prisms with mindful monsters

Timeline logic lays low for the sake of saner discovery

Downward dazes find hands like phases

No correct callous in sight

You mimic a monstrosity
Your disposition runs like ink

These ticks become habitual
These prisons become virtual
These masks become complete

Images designated for dissection

New found suits for dissenting

Legends in lethargy and memory high hysterics

Neatly astute for the sake of navigation

They mingle like limbo inside brickwork bunkers

The embodiment of human discernment

Madness makes moves

I see the eyes reassemble for nonsense

You steal my time for a story we have already forgotten

I brace because my jaws are acutely inclined for folly

I try to resemble accommodation but fall short like the gods intended

I hear their laughter

but its my own obscure orchestration

Yours are not mine but I shatter with the rest

My favorite parasite
My favorite sanctuary

I love you all inside this room soaked sickly

Indifferent and discarded

Now and again we find the time for creation

Spring loaded sky stuck symptoms

Trampoline tactics for these less buoyant patrons

We figure the fabrications come complete

Declare another dysfunction
Society breaks the hesitant

Hold the moments hostage like so much decoration

Happier times splattered while a perfect storm swells

Satirical strings attached for an elusive heaven

I now know the we that became you

Validation dispersed

Swallow that swindle

High hopes snap like sanity
Worn weary by despondency
A vacant mind for its echo

Soul struck youth casually snuffed

A contrived grace for their fall

Someday a silk spun silo will burst

Blame will be shameless

Disconnection will be blameless

New walls for construction

The horizon now seems consolidated

The fear now seems human

A fine tuned fiction will cost you more than a hasty truth

A chemical persuasion will only emphasize your confusion

A beautiful need for propulsion
A habitual need for revulsion

Magnify these misconceptions for the sake of my best

Demand the abstract have gumption
Steady flows and reason
Hysterically hollow and naked

I never thought you could hold these truths like so much armageddon

I never knew anyone who could find peace before pause

A sandbox sanctum for these lesser monsters

A concrete heaven for these suited saints

We mingle somewhere in between

Striving for a prize rooted in merely existing