Sad, happy, angry, mad, nervous, embarrassed, good and bad
What am I today? (snort another line) What is mine?
Chaotic misconceptions, hatred in every dimension

But a blood splattered portrait of an angel
Who lost his wings
Falling far beneath
For his beliefs
Told he had free will
When exhibited
Banished for eternity

You have freedom

Mind connected with static, always on the wire. No satire thunderbolts and fire.
Shocked! A little electrocuted, a little fried. Left out to dry. Infested and diseased.

An apple fell from the sky
Hit a pedestrian with much velocity
On his cranium

With such intensity that it popped out his eyes
Now he wanders around blind without sight

Surrounded by empty cans
3 A.M. I drove wasted

I flipped my car (too drunk to realize this) I called my friend
I told her my car would start but would not move
She said leave it there and walk

Demons ripping the insides of my head
Wine dripping from lips
Poetry is dead

The bird spirals, hits the window
the sky falls down, shatters

Pages torn out of a book

That kid grim pale and slim, sitting at the convenient store smoking a cig. Kids taunting him and the story begins. Shooting heroin his veins popping red, skin white as chalk, bones poking from skin.

From his bed he woke, stood up and walked toward the switch, flipped it.
There was light, the darkness was gone.

Then why does it still surround him, this feeling of alone. Being only him,

Today I wake
My eyes open wide
While people eat what is inside
My lips bleed
Blood the foundation
What is seek
Is not found
What is lost
Was not round
Had no shape
Nor it had any color

Timothy Leary high on mushrooms, exploring consciousness
Making new realities, new possibilities
People looked down on him
Said he lost his mind
Got caught with marijuana
Got locked up

Feed me with information
knowledge is my bread
cut open my head like butter
and pour in your insights
everyones beliefs
all ideas
are information
and even though not all is right

Crushed up the vic, snorted it
distorted and viewed chaotic
melodramatic
tv antics and whatever without them
pulled out the dagger and wanted to cut again
put the knife down

What is reality when your trapped in a box
trapped in television
blurred vision and what not

What is reality when your trapped in a box
don't ask questions
just watch your brain rot

Water it
love it
feed it
give it light and nutrients
watch it grow
watch it turn
Beauty
turns to shit
light
turns to night
what was right
now is wrong
what made sense

Mind connected with static, always on the wire. No satire thunderbolts and fire.
Shocked! A little electrocuted, a little fried. Left out to dry. Infested and diseased.