Confusion and turmoil

Truths and lies

the concepts of righteousness

the realities of life

The knowledge of facts

The knowing of theory

Insanity quietly rips them to pieces

Shadows block the incoming light

Brightness shatters

the dimness of sight

and spoken words

mean less

than what has been written

insane realities sink in

Embracing chaos

A new way of life

When quiet confusion

embraces tattered thoughts.


i deserve a cadillac

When i hear the cries of hungry souls

the noise rips into my heart and leaves these great big holes

that i cannot fill with comfort or food

I can only wonder why the balance is so askew

when So many feel a sense of entitlement

To more than they can need or use

Why are some so overly fed

when others could use a bit of that bread

Just enough to not wake up dead

Shh !

Folks are fine to have around I suppose,

but I have no use for them while I compose

I have no need for thoughtless questions

No Patience with the small talk or nuzzlin

Only need my keyboard and me and my imagination.

Nothing at all to break the flow

The stream brooks no accompaniment

The gentle rhythym of the keys is really all I want or need

The dream like state and the thoughts all ready to go

So please just leave me completely alone

When you see me trying to compose