Hanging at the end of
Strained rope
Swing my lost ambitions
And desires

My sanity swaying in the
Cruel winds of
Loveless night

Just a square peg
Confronted with
A round hole

Dropped anchor on
The shores of insanity

It seems so beautiful here.

I must create my own world
As my place in this one
Does not seem fitting

Genius is wasted
Upon the buffoonery
Of mass ignorance

Intelligence shunned

Brilliance and uniqueness
Frowned upon and cast aside
For the normality of uninteresting
****** zombies

The painfully intelligent
Forced into subversion
Hiding their gifts
For fear of being outcast

Men who cling to the faults
Of their fathers
And stories of stir crazy, house wives

Cabin fever was invented
To thin our stock

We all toy with the desire
Forcing blind eyes
Into the faces of
The gifted

Substance abuse is often a malady
Of the painfully intelligent and artistic

Drowning my will to be weird
My own underhandedness
Innately forcing my inner self
Beneath a cloak of politeness

This world
This living theater
Where we all assume
Our own role
Where our actions are
Transcribed
And cast upon us
Like stones on the river

I have grown tired
Of acting the fool
Prepare myself
For a new role
A starring role

Have you ever felt
The wonderment of déjà vécu?
And the sorrow of knowing
You belong to another time?

I need the exhilaration of a time
When life was simpler,
Yet more confusing

Was Judas the only one Christ trusted
To deliver him to his fate?

Is the human race too cowardly
To be welcomed in the arms of a deity?
Are we too ignorant to recognize
That is has already occurred?

Are we the last remnants
Of an experiment gone wrong?
The plague of the human race.
Devouring consciousness

Eliminating uniqueness
Evolving into our own demise
One too many mutations gone wrong

Retching in the soiled undergarments
Of our father's sins
Reveling in the untold lies
Of mother's milk

I have soured on this world long ago
Bounding for higher consciousness
Looking for the unseen
Searching for the undiscovered

Drug sideways
Through the sludge
Of society
Screaming wildly
Through the entirety

The gene pool would benefit
From a healthy dose of chlorine