Look to the horizon
To see what’s on my mind
A tempest always brewing
Ideas like locusts swarm
Among synaptic waves
High pressure front
Bringing dark clouds
And the promise
Of heavy rain
Dark side of the moon
Fills many a night sky
As the light cannot be seen
Through a thick smoky cloud
While a dead calm envelops
The thoughts of a madman
Written in a diary
And kept under
Lock and key
Purple haze has been gone
Far too long to recall
The peace it once brought
Replaced by frenetic energy
That brings on lightning
While thunder rolls
From front to back
As lucidity is executed
By electrocution
To capture lightning
Inside a whiskey bottle
Wasn’t the brightest idea
As such energy stored
Will surely strike twice
Deadlier than before
With cunning, ruthless intent
And with nothing to stop it
From finding ground
So now as yet another storm passes
Leaving its destruction as a toll
I am left to pick up the pieces
So that I can start once again
To forge another fortress
Standing in command of all evil
That dares to infiltrate
This revived temple
Of creative control
JMC813 