Poets and Madmen

I.

A strange misfit
we all stood upon the stage.
A false opera, dimly lit
entangled in a fury of rage.

Dusty leaves shatter across the cold surface of your patio floor.
and out of confusion, we remain without purpose and head to the door.


II.

"You can fall from the sky
you can fall from a tree
but the best way to fall
is in love with me"

Thats ridiculous, simply ludicrous. Why would anybody benefit from falling?
Thats absurd, perverse and strangely intoxicating, to who am I calling?


III.

A dimly lit candle
firmly recalls it's fleeting seconds as it diminishes into twi-light.
Awake: I ponder into moonlight's fragile stare
as I think of you
to gently dream the night away, with sweet and hopeful care.


IV.

If the early bird gets the worm
and the second mouse gets the cheese
where does that leave the lowly germ
who is lost with a simple sneeze?


V.

She sang with the heart-felt tunes of yesteryear
with rueful eyes and tongue of tart.
I witnessed something quite so clear
The Rebellion of my broken heart

VI.

Like a madman, he played diligently upon the ivory stones.
Shrouded in an air of remorse, the music he played
that had filled the room t'was enough to chill the bones.
And often did he stop to think, of her memory which would not fade.

VII.

And yet the fool lay half-awake, half-conscious in the alley way gutter.
Stricken by the booze disease, he found himself overcome by the fear
developed from alcohol induced paranoia. Aghast he stood in a shudder
of insanity, he behold the ghost of the girl he once held dear.

VIII.

The bentalope of the gerryminnd stood partly still in ninnygrauv
for the mildespec had taken from the pealterstone.
And in yult for cause of veltavazzle, remained one and only huffapauv.
The wuzzlesnorten from mactilist could not go home.

IIX.

Atchoo!

- Bless You [and it is spelled achoo]



IX.

Thunder captivated the crimson sky.
Mighty thunder soared across the land blasting forth mighty echoes.

Echoes that seemed to whisper to tragic tale of mankind.

Two figures: Hero and Villain stood upon their stage with puppets at their command.

In darkness they fought till the earth no more till all their was was battle..
Nothing more.
Thus, was the prevailing wish of Mr. Zaruthrusta who stood behind it all.


X.

Comment faire le monde réagit quand j'offre mon dernier au revoir?
How would the world react when I offer my last goodbye?


After walking miles into uncertainty, he finally released a short sigh of immense depth.

The air around withheld a distinction of selfishness.

From the wake of the illusion he ventured into a darkly lit dream.

From the tree branch he stood
grasping the rope within his fingers. Placed
The noose around his neck--

He jumped towards safety