There is a violent madness that hides inside all of us,
some oppress the chaos, others live in denial.
Once in a blood moon, hidden in a dark room,
vibrations of bedlam, a paracosm of two.
For the world that we see through a hidden marquee,
a putrid stream for the mentally ill.
Yet with no hesitation, a dark star pulsating
you plunge into the void then pull me through.
Fret not for each thought gives birth to brilliance
as we stir the cauldron of the sacred brew.
Blood and water, son and daughter,
resilient to the universe we devour and consume.

around the bends of my mind
lies some memories
of uninhibited realism
of high fidelity
to myself
in letting myself go
somewhat joyous
somewhat chaotic
somewhat musical
but just there
to feel and see things
for more than what they mean
through my own eyes
seems rather unusual
but I go back in time
take a deep-dive
to recapture these ephemeral bubbles
of blissful euphoria
as if singing
to my alter ego
'We can be heroes,
just for one day
We can be us,
just for one day!'

It's one of those nights,
When your mind can't stop its chatter
And even the whiskey tastes like water.

In my waking
The chaos sinks
I waist no time
To stop and think

The moment is now
I ponder my world
My deadlines
My children
My special girl

Pet my dogs
Sip my coffee
Hit a bowl
Write a poem

Work out
Play guitar
Walk in nature
Off I go
To bed alone

I give my love
To get it back
Oh what ethics
My morals lack

In a war against apathy
Empathy is rampart

The walls of paradise
Blackout the sun

Without the shadow
There cannot be the substance

What madness this all is!
This ridiculous order of chaos