Emaciated

this familiar hardening of brow and thought
a resolution of resolve revolving around revolting resignation
familiar and distinct and having certain shape then not
sudden realizations of a lonely life's bitter stagnation
the recurring dreams and nightmares and realities
the same rants of a shallow void between your eyes
you sit and wonder why the brilliant watch you and flee
and will never know that once distance is attained they only cry

simplification simply surrounds, motivations driven by sights and sounds
listen you fools, but not to me, or the commercials and adverts on your TV
listen to your heart it if can still manage words
listen for the sake of the reasons for this world

love and hate, emotions far too real
to be ignored in favor of sex appeal

read and write and think for once
do more, do something, if only long enough to know
that there is a world past what you build
and these higher planes only laugh
you fools may never see
what can be brought
by true feelings
love or stronger
enjoy your dreams

Aplomb

the yelling
ever growing and enlarging
into solitude its barging
ignoring thoughts and even prayers
uncovering my hidden layers
not to anyone with eyes
or ears or mouths spewing lies
but letting my subconscious know
how wrong my life has turned out so
its getting louder now you see
soon there will be no way to breath
it suffocates with screaming laughter
impossible to imagine an after
interminably it carries on
over. into. though. a song.
drilling deeper and never slowing
i wish i know where it was going
if not stopped soon it damn will end
and there will be no where left to send
my thoughts and dreams uninterrupted
its over now, they've been corrupted
no more thinking or mental working
not a lyric will be lurking
ive lost whatever kept me living
now im just you, but unforgiving

Incongruent

the mind wanders
creativity flounders
and one cannot think beyond sounds of thunder
the sky has broadened
beyond the horizon
and i cannot see beyond imagination's vision

rhyming and flow are easily disrupted
when the internal static stops all thoughts
before developing into more than the seeds of brilliance
. it comes and goes, you know, the yelling of something not a voice
the anger of that without emotion
. try and read or write while your soul is so loudly screaming
or appreciate beauty when you heart and mind battle until
neither can bear to stand
. speaking in first person makes art trite, but on occasion my problems
become more than can be ignored and passed of unto a non existent
third party of turned shoulders and silent indifference

the heart and mind
for all of you, seem to be a binary pair
but, alas, i cannot but pit them one against the other
ultimately satisfying neither and disappointing both
tiring and numbing a life to nothing
not fearing or anticipating
living