And what does it mean,
To be truly empty,
Completely susceptible on all sides,
Would you sing in sick lunacy,
Trading glances with only,

A mirrored version of yourself,
would it all suddenly make sense,
In climactic waves,
Like piercing truth,
And when it sunk down,
Would you believe all those lies,

Taken away by deceit,
Searching the world to believe,
In something...

Then it hits into full spin,
And I'm at it again,
A craziness built up inside of me,
Is it me?
In this little...
Or is it better asking who are they,
Quietly and running along the edges,
Across seams of soaring skies,
Coming right and saying it,
What does it all mean?
Forgetting place in the line,
Trying to rationalize all the belief,
Asking who am I and who are you
Completely backwards,
Who am I to be asking?

Destined to never be satisfied, that is me,
I will swallow the world and purge,
Wiping my mouth of the spittle, off too comes the grin,
Momentous occasions amount to invisible entrapment,
They'll try and tell me that it should be enough,
Sedated and post-op lobotomies on pedestals,
Formaldehyde jars packed with vernal reward,
Plopped on sofas staring at the **** tube barrel,
Fancier and well built imports,
**** measuring contest gone wrong,
Debt built up and drowning rats,
Tunnel vision scoped Dharman,
Wicker trinkets, frail mistreated,
Lunatics that love for the wrong reasons,
Insanity epidemic gross over-exaggeration,
Billy clubs fly from hands of misguided lawmen,
Prayers knelt under the bus benches,
***** corroding the underbelly of the social glance,
Blind blues moutharp in the corner still playing,
Trains running on time, taking the life from the patrons,
Steel breathes burnt crimson,
Foggy cauldrons from medieval nightmares,
The haggard ***** dangles her ***** precariously above,
Just an inch or two in the wrong direction,
And all this meaningless mess might be forgotten,
Books burned, learned forgotten, buildings from the sand,
Starting the sick cycle over again,
With an even wider **** eating grin,
Chartreuse Cheshire cats with inviting eyes,
Taking the breath from the first borns,
Replacing motor oil with sugar canes,
HOWLING what history has shown,
Making a prophet from the scammers and thieves,
I can't believe that we don't all see,
What my path of professed malnutrition,
Gambled stimulus, Golden fleece lined nimbus,
Never enough for the scabbed *****,
Never enough for the howling idiots in the sun,
Never enough for the lunatics undistinguished,
Surely never enough for you and me.
Continuing on snickering underhanded,
Snide underbreath worried about repercussions if found out,
Maybe even too ignorantly blissful enough to not give a ****,
Head down looking at your shoes,
Or ready to inflict a flat tire,
Graceful or oafish,
Humble sniveling whelp, prodding pious peacock,
Dividing rod stuck in the teeth of our teeth,
This is the loner society,
At least tolerance is taught in our schools,
Has anyone really learned anything?

I used to be worried,
That I wouldn't remember,
What I wanted to write down,
And of this and that,
And the Unknown,
But now I know the Unknown,
The place where it stops,
Where life's one big contradiction,
And evolution revolution doesn't exit,
The man with chainsaw arms,
I saw in my window as a kid,
Resembles the manifestation,
Of the Unknown,
It keeps going on though,
And life is one big . . .
The evolution is built in
And seldom shows incarnate.

Ringing of bells,
The time has struck,
Itself in the face,
Light up the tree,
I'm finally free

No more "you" in the way,
Psyche is finally we... again,
Strangely I've felt this way before,
So glad to be back now,

I don't want you getting in the way.

All alone again,
Can't wait to be all alone again,
Greatest range of views I've ever seen,
Here by myself,
Crazy,
Liberated,
Alone

The quake in my leg is gone,
I could feel it disintegrate,
It felt great,
The shaking stopped,
I knew it was time for,
Drastic,
Dramatic,
Measures

Time to take a picture,
Of this beautiful scene,
Finally free,
Immortalized in these simple words

No more I say,
No more,
Until,
When I least expect it,
True love will finally,
Hit me

No more thinking why O why me?
No more fixating on a bad past,
No more having to fear the possible,
More embracing of the impossible.

She sat up so high and could see far below,
Little did she know, she was in the cloud
Didn't know up from down

Mrs. Ava Ill had a secret
That only the earth did know,
The sky had a feeling
And was pronounced forward,
Impossible dreamer
Come out of bed,
Time to swallow
The pill so hard,
Dry swallow all that remains,
Consume that other life of mine,
Breath it in the Indian chief,
Unlike him
The impossible dreamer,
Will know no bounds,
And be destroyed by it.