Existence

The world is a continuum

Simply revolving on its own accord,

Despite the path its occupants take.

The day we realize

That we are nothing more

Than a collection of atoms and cells

A mass taking up air and space

The day we realize this

Is the day we all stop moving

The day we all collapse

Under the realization

That we mean nothing

We are insignificant.

We carry on in our selfish ways

But that day will never come

Because we will never cease to indulge

In our own selfish fantasies

That we mean something

That we are of significance

But this is all, but a lie

Can you guess what I am?

The blood of my opponents
Is smeared all on my body
And dripping down my sides
The flesh and juice has settled
The roar becomes dull
My blades have just stopped turning
Easing to a halt
My powers been diminished
And my work has been fulfilled

Little monsters

Little monsters

Scary monsters

Roaming round the night

Claws outstretched

and teeth bared wide

Looking for a freight

Little children cuddled up

In bedrooms

Tucked all tight

While dreaming, hoping, wishing

Little monsters

Do not come into sight

Scurry, scurry
Creak, creak, creak
Little monster feet

Pitter patter
Little claws
Stomping round the street

Peeking in the windows
and lurking behind the door

Do you see the little monsters?
Listen and hear them roar

Oh Little Poem

Write me a poem
Oh little poem
How short and stout you will be
Write me a poem
Oh little poem
I really don't want to write thee

But now you are finished
All done
Adios!
Oh little poem I see

All the Things Inside Me

I am a flea who is restless
I remain unseen, yet I am always there
I sleep in the crevasses of the mind

I am an eerie glow that clings to the world
Because through my eyes
I never know what is real and what is not
I scream because its the only sound I can make to draw attention

I am the harp of a violin, played to make you weep
I am the sound of a dying soul

In my bones and through my veins
The flames of a dull fire flow
Which are harmless
Until I am force-fed a strong glass of kerosene

When I speak, people rarely seem to listen
They think that what I say, its tainted
They don't know that the words I speak
They are all my truths
All my attempts to prove my innocence

I am dressed in a straight jacket
Forever wrapped inside myself
Trapped in the confines of my own mind

I take my poison in a shot glass
It spreads through my veins like light through a dark room

I'm solely convinced I have maggots

That they lie beneath my skin

And eat away at my mind

It's why people look
And point
And whisper
They say "Look at that man,
see him over there?
He's living proof
that insanity exists."

And I say, maybe it actually does

Insane

It made the drums pound

Heart beating fast

So rapidly in fact, I thought

It'd burst

It made the waves crash down upon me

Throwing my body back and forth

With such severe thrashing, I thought

I'd snap

It made my ears ring, the whistle of a kettle

The high agonizing pitch

It screamed so loud, I thought

My ears would bleed

It's the insanity that did it

The drums, the whistle, the waves

It's all the crazy in me

The insanity

The insane

Love Story

Its a panoramic view

It circles above

Catching every glimmer of a smile

Every laugh

(There must be laughter)

An embrace

(There must be that too)

And back round music

Something sweet, to match the mood

To bring the want

The desire

The jealously

The joy

All the appropriate emotions evoked

Then you'll know you've got it

The perfect moment in time

The scene of a first kiss

Or a first date 

The first of anything

Anything to do

With a love story