The Game of the Insane

Feelings aren't forever 

Some decisions last. 

Some memories are strong

Some fall through the cracks.

Losing themselves in the

Twisty twirly 

tingling tentacle like

Top of your mind. 

Feelings aren't forever. 

Sometimes I wish they were. 

But no difference would 

Be noticed. 

If we were all the same, 

We would be robots, 

And existence would be 

Pointless. 

He who preaches assimilation,

Trying to bring the world 

Together is to be avoided. 

The red man leaving with 

His head on his shoulders- 

A vivid dream violently voided. 

Feel the same, 

Think the same 

Believe the same

Worship the same 

Eat the same 

Marry the same 

Essentially-

Play their game 

The Game of the Insane.

Take Me Somewhere

Take me back to a place I like to be. 

Anywhere but here, take me.

Take me somewhere

Greener grasses on higher hills

Knolls roll beneath the upper wind's chills. 

Take me anywhere but here

I want what I cannot have, 

And have what I do not want. 

I do not, like the portly preaching prince once beseeched

“Want what I have, have what I want.”

The flesh still craves. 

Im hardly satisfied now and will 

Wake up hungry come morning. 

A whole new day

Of searching for a soul

Ahead of me, waiting.

So take me to the place I like to be. 

Never is it here, in front of me. 

The Death of Me

I miss a lot. 

I miss the little church we would attend

The little yawns waking up in bed

The little cars we drove

The cave by the cove.

I miss the little things we had. 

The little furnished apartment we shared

These memories are the barrel down which I stare. 

I miss the little hugs we gave

The situations which we escaped. 

Im going to throw myself into the sea, 

Until these memories are the death of me.