Tag Archives: insanity
Brainstorm
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
Dangerous Reflection
I see you standing there
Staring at me with contempt
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Certainly no better or worse than I
The feelings of self doubt consume
Not just me but you as well
Your condescending glare
Finds it’s way under my skin
As it begins to crawl with shame
I have known many others like you
They all share a common thread
Out to prove their alpha dominance
Over my weary threadbare soul
I have overcome this dread before
Stifled those who scowl with disapproval
Rejoiced in a new and brilliant perception
While knowing that ones such as you
Will always return to my awareness
You cannot stay hidden behind shadow
And will not ever shrink away for very long
Ceaselessly you administer your oppression
Building yourself up by tearing me down
I shall stand for this no longer
Once again I shall dismiss your arrogance
You are still no better or worse than I
I recognize now more than ever my mirrored foe
Reflection that haunts me is only you… my devious self
Panic
Icy fingers clawing at the back of a fear stricken mind
Voices of suggestion imperious and insidiously corrupt
They laugh while frayed ends of sanity rapidly unwind
As the sounds of so many silent screams violently erupt
The bitter cold of ominous shadows never take leave
Constantly reminding of this anxieties stunning scope
Solitary soldier begging frantically for souls reprieve
Alone on this battlefield inside his mind without hope
A manic nature seeks shelter from the inevitable storm
Heart racing scared through forests of taunting visions
Reality bending at will creates deviations from the norm
Suggestions from within wickedly informing all decisions
A marionette to those so grippingly in control of the head
Actions are dictated by the tongues of malevolent beasts
No clear escape from the torturous grasp of unholy dread
Spawned into the consciousness by Godless black priests
A warriors will to survive an onslaught of eye blinding pain
Only one escape from these hellions controlling his thought
As the sharp pinch of dawns needle brings light to his brain
Treatment but no cure for insanity’s war for ages hard fought
Imprisoned
Caged
Held captive inside his mind
Thoughts create impenetrable bars
Words bring inescapable twisting torment
Delusion
Collusion
Illusion
Confusion
Incarcerated
Taken prisoner from within
Grasping at thinning straws
Banging on his imaginary enclosure
Womb
Gloom
Doom
Tomb
Trapped
From birth to death
A lost soul inside his head
A life sentence to be served
Sight
Light
Bright
White
Brilliance
Daylight returns once again
To shine brightly on his misfortune
As it illuminates everlasting madness
Silent Scream
It has the power to make the night come alive
To paint the darkness vivid with invisible color
It walks alone, unseen among the multitudes
Casting shadows of nothingness upon empty spaces
Existing solely out of perceptual nonexistence
Consisting of the dreams said to be impossible
Things deemed far too frightening to be believed
Capturing imaginations without casting it’s net
It is the passing flash in the corner of the eye
A chilling sensation that there are eyes upon you
Stealing your aspirations and feeding on ambition
Existing everywhere and nowhere simultaneously
It lives inside the thunderous roar of quietude
Strange satisfaction derived from paralyzing fear
White noise inaudible and without distinct direction
Terror that can’t be described as it swallows you whole
As the world goes inconceivably dark and eternally quiet
All things devoured, absorbed within this silent scream
Doll Collector
Looks can always be so very dangerously deceiving
Playing tricks with the images our eyes are receiving
I once knew a lady, seemingly so quiet and unassuming
No tell tale signs shown of the menace closely looming
She climbed within herself for her own preservation
Spent childhood as a victim of ridicule and predation
Now a young woman her escape can be found in books
Living inside stories, blind to strangers spiteful looks
Obsession with the written word became her new elation
A book found by chance one day became her true salvation
A tome of times gone by, and the southern most traditions
Leather bound and heavily laden with fact cloaked as fiction
A thick and tattered volume replete with ceremonial ritual
Told her of a remedy from misery’s grasp, dark and spiritual
To find another pass time, and become a collector of a kind
Crafting miniature likenesses of her tormentors left behind
Crudely made dolls of people who have long gone away
The ones who left their marks, her pain was here to stay
She’s been hard at work, has amassed quite a collection
One for each antagonist, following books direction
One for every wicked child that taunted her at school
Because we all know that children can be so very cruel
Another for the man in her youth, one that she called “DAD”
For all the secrets he made her keep, just so sick and bad
More for the others who made her frightened and afraid
And the rest that just looked away leaving her betrayed
The time has come, the book foretold, to finally be avenged
Finding creative ways to take her “pound of flesh” revenge
Gathering up some needles, pots and pans, candles and the like
She comes frenzied with torturous plans of retaliation’s strike
Needles in dolls of the children, their words were sharp as pins
Candles burn the ignorant, she looks away, they burn for their sins
She has dealt with each and every one, her tyrants of times past
All but one remaining, she purposefully saved the worst for last
Forgive me “Father” for I have sinned as down comes a rusty blade
To he who gave her life, life in living hell, a debt must now be paid
The doll it cuts so easily, and the sharp blades sever through
Pins slide right into the eyes as his daughter’s pleasure grew
The puppet seemed to scream in pain when doused in boiling oil
She has one last thing in store for him, with an evil grin she toils
Now grabbing makeshift father, at the feet she starts to pull
A frightening ripping, tearing sound, retribution plan comes full
The evil grin that crossed her lips as the doll was split in two
Far beyond mere words, Ancient evil scripture dubbed it Voodoo
This woman I spoke of is long since gone and so very far away
If you listen closely you can hear her laughing to this very day
She went completely mad and quite willingly lost her timid mind
A book was the form this evil took, A book I hope to never find.
Full Circle
As a young and growing child
Mental seeds were sown
He’s medicated to be mild
Side effects unknown
Said to be unmanageable
Too wild to control
Prescriptions all too viable
No care for future toll
Now this child gentle, meek
Falls victim to their taunts
Mistake this boy as being weak
He flees to sheltered haunts
Witness of horrendous things
Of which he will not speak
How can family, terror bring
His loved ones, havoc wreak
He finds his shelter safe and warm
He climbs inside his mind
His sanctuary from the storm
His thoughts help time unwind
As he grows and comes of age
He grows tired of his pills
Things to do and wars to wage
Newfound battle of the wills
He’s grown and reached maturity
After years mis-diagnosed
A dangerous threat to humanity
For no longer is he dosed
Now his head is free to think
Unclouded by that haze of mellow
To evil thoughts his focus sinks
For vengeance new voices bellow
His problem is with reality
Cruel twisting of his fate
It is Preying on his sanity
Ever filling him with hate
All those years of passive sedation
The malice that was endured
Now he realizes with exultation
His revenge can be secured
Unnoticeable from the outside
The rage within his head
A wicked smile, eyes open wide
The madman kills to see you dead
Horrific spree of death and hate
This killer caught and sent away
Caged like an animal to meet his fate
Asylum his home ’til end of days.
Far too dangerous to himself and the rest
He must be tranquilized, to take away the wild
A remedy concocted, one that seems the best
The same one it happens, he was given as a child
The anger and fury lose their grip on his mind
The memories of his childhood friend held close
Taken back to better days, now easier to find
Then five words bring clarity, “it’s time…..increase the dose”
JMC813 