Madness is as madness does,But sometimes madness, just because.And wicked are as wicked do,But special kinda’ wicked - such is true. Hungering for something, a hidden depth,Silent stirring - undercurrents swept,A humming tone beneath the waves,What heart and mind swiftly comes to crave. A break in...
Some days, the way of ways is to collapse. The end of reason brings hateful seasons, degenerate heathens of misquoted treasons. For free to see the seas churning and be it me or insanity, I'm lost. Gun-cocked by generations, chopping blocks and shale rocks, when it all comes together. I'm locking...
Not raining. But feels like a downpour.Torrent of rain and blood and emotion.Landing on my back with a sick icky thump.Crushing me beneath the weight of inebriation, and my morals.Bullets on a tin roof.Hail on glass.And my very being, dragged through the mud in the midst of the storm.Crushed...
Drinking Brandy at 12pm on a Sunday,And perhaps language is the thing more broken,Than hungry eyes or a void shallow heart,Looking more predator than prey,Yet yearning to be the latter. Wrapping wrists in chains,The laugh and tinkle of false innocence,But footsteps ring on wood,And being solitary...
Pandora’s Box is nothing more than a school of hard knocks.Where wise elders tell me to fall down and scrape my knees bloody.Because it’s the only way to learn.It’s a metaphor for finding truth in logic, and emotion in irrationality.So I’m swimming in that pool of tears.Black acid eating away at...
Don't mind me, I'm just a series of oil sludge spills,slickening the concrete floor with the black engine food of crisp dollar bills,I plan on keeping you safe while you undergo your current disability,feeding you little bits of love,which is actually my blood, for lack of any other nutrition...
I’ll shed this mortal coil,Slip from my flesh,Unhinge from my bloodworks,Then escape through my heart;And become a phantom.I’ll dance amongst the stars.And then I shall be free.
He pleads to be free, screened from the world behind curled plate glass windows. Clawing at steel with fingers and heels, thrashing wildly and gnashing teeth. He’s trapped in a cage, his information written across hundreds of pages of tests, already given. Inside his head it’s a rainstorm,...
Are you? //\//\\ I am - infinite.A trick of the eyes that makes the whole world go blind.But I continue to dazzle with a glamour and a smile that puts Fae to shame.A gift from my close-buried ancestors, really.See - being broken and reaching enlightenment are two sides of the same coin.And I am...
Stop your heart, start the music, choose it and lose it, see; me, injecting with liquid love, mixed alcoholic tugs, gonna take thy soul, black coal furnace in this water filled box, rocks at the bottom of clocked off chopped tube tops, allotted time zones prone to disturbances and high pitched...
Eventually they will find out that I’m not really immortal.Only here.In My Writing.What shall I do then?When the armour of the facade has been utterly shattered?Weep?Rage?Hide?Flee?Perhaps I will merely continue on.Just so repulsively normal.A Human like the rest.
The madness comes and goes like a tidal wave.It gently grasps the water, tugging it lazily out to sea.The sand lies barren, crabs scuttling onwards to salvation.And then it comes.A cascade of ticking clocks, soft moans, and paranoia.I see kisses on soft flesh, I see hands clasped, bliss in...
Stage Directions For Newer Slam Poets Or Actors: Ramble Or Rant This As If You Are Mad. Your Tempo Or Poignant Pauses Should Be Thoroughly Inconsistent Throughout. Otherwise, Make It Your Own, In Your Own Way. Deprivation. I’m at a train station, quarter past nine, last in line, a paper with fine…...
Death, be thou proud.For none stand as mighty nor as dreadful as thee.I stand quaking at the thought of your taking of me.Tremble at your cold dark touch.I’m not ready.Not yet.I don’t want you to take me.I want to soar among the stars.I want to leave a mark that places me into history.I want to...
I am the sum of all my faults. A trainwreck cacophony, clad in skin and bone,Seeking the windswept wonder of my forgotten heart. I hungered,Wept. For the endless road home stretched eternal,And I am still lost in walking,The demon restless in my belly. Find me out there,In the wastelands,And...
Dead ringer for a sinner, you say? Shall I pray? Drink paint thinner at dawn? Wait to die like the three-pace count of a duel drawn? I chuckle at your inevitability even as my knees buckle under me. I’ll die unholy, yet free. Perhaps an amalgamation of sins is in order, or shall we scavenge dinner...
My bones and joints move.But oft they crackle and pop.They tell great stories.
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings.Tremble before my works, ye mighty, and despair.As I speak, my empire crumbles around me.I look upon my own devices and weep.Indeed! Nothing lasts forever.I attempt rebirth daily!I am the king of kings.And I refuse to die.The world will remember my name.Tremble...
Built upon tractless legs of stone, with muscle - bound in flesh and wrapped in skin.Mind vast and calculating, softened with what is “right in the eye of a beholder,”Building legacy without proof, only spine and memory to show for it. Walking the forests of the coast, conifers and rocky shores,...
All the world a stage - and everyone a player,Poking and prodding for their existence.Friends are false, and niceties rend weary.For a friend’s worth these days is fickle, their presence but a trickle.A tisket and a tasket, with nothing left in any basket,When you’re all full up, there’s nowhere...