…at some point, I should hypothetically fall asleep rather easily.
Alas, my mind is in overdrive locked in cogitation. Reflecting upon events and aspects of life, like many would who find themselves in a fit of restless insomnia. Thoughts branching out into several threads as memories begin to surface. Ideas for stories, recollections of dreams, and reflections of past conversations provide the fuel for rumination while summoning up the motivation to work on some class assignments. Anticipations and contemplation of future plans bring forth energy from hidden reserves.
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Hour: 42
Meet me at the Crossroads
Meet me at the place
where the suicides
are laid to rest
That point of liminality
betwixt and between
Neither here nor there
If you require my assistance
meet me at the small hour
be sure to bring your due
Meet me at the crossroads
by the willow tree
to palaver and deal
*headdesk*
It hurts my head
when I think on what you say.
It hurts my head
to process this much insipidness…
Why dim the light of other’s minds
with your fog of words?
And you go on…
Saying how everything should be
with such finality…
What purpose is there to everything?
If everything were as you saw it…
Where is the room for discovery?
You, who speak with such authority…
You speak of progress and modernity
Yet, the words you spew are rife with your isms.
When you speak of past times,
what you put on display
is your lack of understanding and abundance of ignorance…
Here we find ourselves, looking to the past and wondering where or how things have changed…
with the old hindsight rule in place, we move on…
Of course, there are those who cannot let go… of even the most miniscule of issues…
Of course, there are those who cannot let go… of even the most miniscule of issues…
I guess at times, I am one of those… not that I really want to be, but hey, it happens…
Graveyard Days…
I remember those cold nights of years past
finding solace, at times with friends, amongst the dead
desperately seeking a conduit and wailing for flesh long since lost
Setting things straight and righting wrongs done
reuniting the lost
leaving cops in confusion
Sex and sacrilege
hot wax on satin gloves
sOme rAndomsTringsOfthouGhts…
Working through the pain is all that I have so much left to do away with all that is wrong way of doing things it matters to one such as I don’t have all the answers can raise more questions can be difficult to deal with it doesn’t matter of the heart of the problem accepting the truth about who I am none of these things and yet I am
Madness
“Why have you brought me here?” she turned to him after he brought her to the hilltop this night.
“To show you this,” sweeping his arm and stepping aside to show a view of the town below.
The town was ablaze, the flames rising high into the night sky.
“W-what have you done?” the shock clearly heard in her voice, “Tell me! Why?”
“Vengeance,” looking at her out of the corner of her eye, “I did this all for you.”
Taking a step back, she turned to face him, “Have you gone completely mad?!”
“Now why do you say such hurtful things?” he smiled, facing her, turning his back upon the inferno, “It was THEY who hurt you, it was THEY who left you to your fate, not caring whether you lived or died, THEY deserved this. THEY deserved this fate that I bestowed upon them!”
“I never asked this of you! I never asked you to do anything!”
“I know…” the fires behind him only served to make his smile appear sinister, “but that does not mean I should stand by and do nothing, especially when it was within my power to do so.”