There is a madness about me

With ungovernable impluses

That borrow my tormented mind

It is aflame a conflagration

Burning more intensely than the sun

Consumed by unlimited time and space

An imposed barrier of perception vanishes

Gives way, gives way, my god gives way

To the cause of violating the imagination

One that does not recede but flows, flows

more powerful due to such defiable infringement

Flames of excitement entice me toward

A trajectory that swings out over the void

My god I see him, see him, see him

Sitting smiling, smoking a pipe

Jean-Nicolas-Arthur Rimbaud

Vanish, vanish, now all is gone, disappeared

Perhaps later, yes later, perhaps

Some of us have needs.
That we can't admit to ourselves.
It's that pride that keeps on hurting ourselves.

Some of us have wants.
That's not important to life.
It's that greed that drives us to want too much.

I need you.
This is surrounded by truth.
Me without you.
Is similar to love without a feeling.

I need you.
Truth comes from me admitting it.

Self denial sounds good.
Self denial sounds great.
But that's where stupidity operates.
And we all have made stupid mistakes.

I feel the rage of the sea in my head
as I stare out into the glistening tide of the ocean
Its waves of destruction ready for the thrill
Swells of water angry at our earth
Maddened by the destruction
Our mother gave at birth

Life came and life be taken
To oceans parted
Thus land reclaimed

Dark clouds form as anger takes the stage
Our sea of destruction
Our sea of rage

I feel it grow
I see its will
It fears no-one
Until the calm be-had

The millpond of life in blossom
of beauty to the moons shine sea
This is our life this is our ocean
This is our world
This is our.........
  
Our Sea of life
so beautiful to stare
so wonderful to drink
Our world in our ocean
Enable the live

Write what you feel
What is it that's gotten to your heart?

A pen to fight the infection
A brave face is needed for this part

A motionless stillness permeates
When everything is in shambles


Feel through the black mud
Sifting through guts to find a balance

A facade of smiles and laughs
Always kills your negative

Rationalize, even your tide, hibernate
And the wind will blow cool when the sun's long gone and you're still wide awake

Tears run down like razor blades
Across my skin
Blood runs red
Tears fall black
As the night around me
No one left to hurt but myself
My face and arms are dripping wet
Between the tears and blood
Love the silence
But I hate it too
The only thing I can hear
The thoughts buzzing in my mind
The shrieks of pain from my worn out throat

No one left in the darkness
No one left to blame but me
Sitting alone. Helpless
Not a soul in sight living or dead
No longer living my life
Not dead either

but I love the way you laugh, and
      how your eyes squint up,
       and you bare your teeth.

I love when I feel the warmth
    of your calloused hand
       hugging my cheek.

You know how you always seem
    to just, stare into my soul?
            I love that too.

But what I love the most about you
          is that I don't have to try,
                 to be anything.

I love how you can put me at ease,
     because that is something
       that no one else can do.


                                                           ­                                     I don't love you.
                                                            ­                                                                 ­       But I want to.

I tell my friend as I burn alive,
"please remember me as
I left. A form of insanity."
He adds more gasoline
to my hands, to my eyes
which reach out to him
begging him to revolutionize
with me.
He tells me it's my fault
that I chose to be like this
that I chose to burn.
He screams that I
had no right to lose my mind
to leave him in reality
to leave him pathetic
--lovely
--hateful
He hates me.
I tell him that when he
makes angels in the snow
of my ashes
to think of when he
kissed me.
"******," he whispers
into my ear
and I know he still loves me.