The Seat Beside Insanity:
As I sit beside Insanity,
Reality passes by,
I’m faced with Madness as a truth,
And convention as a lie.
As I sit beside Insanity,
I’m scared to hold its hand,
For fear I’ll be the sacrifice,
Of Crazy’s Reprimand.
As I sit beside Insanity,
Darkness closes in,
I wave goodbye to Grace’s light,
Shadowed by my sin.
As I sit beside Insanity,
I envy normal friends,
As Gremlins heckled my beginning,
So they’ll haunt me till my end.
As I sit beside Insanity,
Consuming all it sees,
It swallows up my safety nets,
And whispers “Come to me.”
As I sit beside Insanity,
I cast my thoughts aside,
For tempting Madness will embrace,
And in my Dreams, confide.
As I sit beside Insanity,
A beauty to unmask,
For all my fight to be subdued,
It only had to ask.
As I sit beside Insanity,
It requests to sit no more,
And points to Madness out of reach,
Shining just beyond the door.
As I sit beside Insanity,
I sit upon a cloud;
Euphoria is company,
And Madness is allowed.
Let Normal’s passions fester, bold,
And smite Love’s Mad Humanity,
For while I sit beside the Love,
I sit beside Insanity.
Somewhat Unfair:
Upon the crest of country near,
Include unicorns, lions, deer –
I ask why such attention be paid
To unworthy beasts unjustly famed?
A lion with his gallant roar,
Aggression is not his only floor!
A unicorn, so false and fake –
Takes pride and place for vanity’s sake!
A deer, too proud, a message wrong;
The tortoise sings a better song!
The tortoise deserves its place, no doubt:
Progress, only, when it sticks its neck out!
Even with a message so plain and right,
The tortoise is kept from our limelight.
This message that we read the world,
As our true colours are unfurled,
We screech and roar “style is all, for us!”
Ignore the substance, ignore the tortoise
The Ballad of The Godless:
No sooner have I penned a poem or two,
That the Sun will set, and life, anew
Will rise from ash of yester-sages;
I’ll be nought but mem’ry for the ages.
Upon this, let no heart turn blue –
Pain must always live in True.
In time, I’m trapped in Hist’ry’s cages
But I’ll be freed by these pages.
For I sit atop no cloud in Heaven,
Beside a pious, forgotten brethren.
I do not burn in the fiery pit,
For sins I never did admit.
I lie not in the in-between,
For Paradise none has ever seen;
But if you can believe in the absurd:
Believe I live in every word.
And if you don’t, still try and see,
To read this and not think of me.
To spite your God, I’ve bested thee,
I’ve sold my soul to poetry.
As Death must take my flesh and bones,
It cannot have my heart;
Nor my spirit, nor my mind –
For I gave those to art.