I could write
     a million words,
                    in a myriad of poems,
across endless pages.
and
       it would still,
                                        never be enough
to capture the
      multitude
of emotions
                you invoke.

Grass to feed the cows.
Cows to feed the people.
People to feed the insanity.
This life was never mine.
A temporary existence,
A futile attempt,
to exist,
in a world,
         in a society,
with backward priorities
          and corrupt authority.
This universe
          with all of its
contempt
and
pain.
Tears running down the
cheeks of a better people.
Take me home.
I
            Never
belonged here.

He?
Who shall I name?
Stories told by men,
believed by other men;
in vain.
Passed down
from generation
to generation.
A scapegoat
for the violence,
and
the insane.
The Age of Reason,
is where we should have stayed.
Pagan gods,
He,
Allah,
Father,
Son,
Holy Ghost,
Jesus Christ.
Invented by man,
it was always a game,
In this political soiree.
Of Church and State
Machtkampf;
inane.
My voice of reason,
grows stronger,
everyday.

The mania;
it crept in,
         One desire
                  after
                                                         Another.
Until
            it was
                                    suffocating
every
part  
of
my
being.

The window was shattered,
shards of glass
lay broken on the bed.
White sheets,
Stained red with blood.
Jagged flesh,
stuck to sharp edges.
The sky turns grey and;
thunder rumbles,
low and loud.

Replace the glass.
Bleach the sheets.
Stitch the wound.
Pretend it is all,
O.K.