yet High in mind
Trace the footsteps in the snow
A subject of the object
Just without comprehension.
Yet that trail we trace,
Ends somewhere under a rainbow,
or perhaps a dark and damp road
"At what cost, is not the cost of what.
However, it must be nothing"
There is no idea finer
Except for the sign in the window,
It was never on
But how ‘bout those odds
They bet to show.
the sign never went on
Another dark Friday, early in the morning
So let’s buy what could otherwise be stolen
“Is that why they’re all angry?”
“No, it’s the sanity that keeps them mad,
It’s the only reason they wait in line”
"So madness keeps us sane?
There is no sense in that."
"Yes, but there is no cents when it comes to sense."
But why the lack of self- worth?
Well it's all worth while, don't ya think?
Something must be worth something, even if it's nothing
then what is priceless,
nothing but an idea
The concept for those in spirits,
Who attempt to drown it all out.
Drown out the noise of that treacherous question?
“Excuse me! Is this on sale?”
The company of strangers
where we do what’s unaccepted to do.
when were left uncomfortable and wondering
who was once who?
as there is no feeling more comfortable
than that company of strangers
as the time passes on
this life becomes a little stranger.
but what was understood?
because we’ll never understand
unacceptable, unwanted, or unhinged at the hand
no matter how great the pain
there is no company,
like the company of the strange
the theory of a daydream,
I hold dear with my cigarettes,
the theory that held me down.
like the forgotten king said,
as I watch a cloud of smoke rise into nothing,
I realized what it’s all worth,
it’s all worth just about nothing.
here and gone or perhaps
there and back again,
what does it matter?
Just take the moment and begin to pretend
that we can buy our virtue at the door
but never forget,
the piper won’t refund the price
and the time,
oh it will forever be changing
while we can’t get our change from time.
there is always tomorrow I heard someone once say
until one day the theory never fades,
though another day it might
forever doesn’t exist
so hold those cigarettes tight
Clay sculpture by art.bye.em
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Madness, or sanity? With each passing day, I find myself trying to determine how big the spectrum between them is, if it even exists for that matter. Am I crazy for wondering? Has my mind gone astray or am I among the small percentage of people that remain sane? Lost in thoughts of lunacy amidst a deranged society that has eliminated any concept of what sanity actually is. Perhaps the spectrum really is non-existent, and sanity is just a word made up by madmen to satisfy the fools living in denial.
The sane seem more like mystical creatures from what I have found throughout this adventure. We’re living in a world ruled by covetous narcissistic psycho and sociopaths, posing as fucking role models, how can one maintain a stable mindset in a reality crafted by such lunatics? Continue reading “They say all the best people are…”
Dead by dawn
as dusk leaves horizon
lost in deception
but death never finds him
a phantom in the night
his path has subsided
no reasons at all like
rising tides or passing time and
he will need some protection
for the angels have gone
left him alone, now
the reaping’s begun
a phantom in the night
returns out of habit
fueled with rage, hide
your soul or he’ll grab it
failing to listen, oh how
he loves that decision
he’ll find death by dawn
with the immortal precision
so as dusk leaves horizon
there ends the inception
a long dark night, the
phantom happened to find him