The Malignant Infection

Inventing the sickness
while convincing others
until they convince
one another,
they beliieve your fall
under the illness,
the guise under which
you couldn't be fulfilled less.
You stand in the corner
preaching your sadness,
a sick game in which you sickly
find superior gladness.
Soon enough they all
fawn over your soul,
you poor little thing,
you hideous little troll.
The game you play
is safe enough
until the fantasy becomes real
as it becomes too rough
and the last tear for you
is finally shed
only by your own eye
on your own deathbed.

Truths

Searching for answers
already received,
we're trying to find
what we misperceive.
We have been told
what we continue to hear
but we will not listen
to that which we fear.
We ignore truths
in favor of the dreams
we know are fantasy
that will never happen, it seems,
yet that does not slow
this machine down
that produces such delusions
that reproduce all around.
Instead our mind's utopia
that will never escape
an imaginary home
will never take shape.
The delusions will simply
grow more vivid and loud
until that which once
made us so proud
will drive us crazy
and into the ground
with nothing but remnants of sanity
lay scattered all around.

A Forgotten Truth

They search for it high.
They search for it low.
They look around them
for answers to easily flow.
They hope the problems
will immediately be solved
while they look so wrongly
in lies that cause life to dissolve.
They think they know
better than anyone
what the answers needed
are always for them.
They do not seek counsel
for what they already know
as their delusions do
deeper and deeper grow.

They need to seek truth
that isn't just what they like,
something that may test
both their will and their might.
They need to reach out
of the comfort zone in which
they have always manged to live
without a question or an itch
to learn what others
seem to be picking up on
as they should be yearning
for a new day's dawn.
They are content to reside
in a fantasy land created
by their own infected minds
needing truth so belated.

They need a new grip
and a renewed sense of reality.
They need to take a sip
of something stronger than their coffee.
They need to know better
than the world made by their minds.
They need to read the letter
that brings them back to the times
where they could trust their own
thoughts within functioning brains.
They need to quit being the drones
that their bodies are in vain.

A voice within their own
establishment so tightly guarded
must break through the barriers
and speak to the disregarded.
It must speak both the truth
and the lies the delusional present.
It must be the one voice
that can, both sides, represent.
This voice must speak wisdom
to the minds that can hardly understand,
yet do it in a manner
that can be heard by the distant man.
The voice must rise up
and rally the clan one time
to refute the lies they have spread
and cling to within their crime.
This voice must now
bring together the divided souls
and save them from the brink
before they are but a story to remain untold.

Dreams So Vivid

At night when eyes close
the pallet changes and imaginations impose
their piece and their will
to take an idea home to drill.
The dark disappears and rainbows bring cheer
as absence of light brings forth inspirations so clear.
Dreams so vivid and scenes so real,
this fantasy world has the feel
of reality attached to every breath,
something so scary and yet so easily can refresh.
Experiences in this world
that are fully under my control
with consequences so chosen
in a time I can make frozen,
manipulation my option
to bend the world around to my notion,
this world is what I choose it to be
depending on where my mind wants to take me.
Whether a hardship in store
just to prove the strength I have is more
powerful than a challenge thrown
or a surprise that was actually known,
or perhaps an opponent who lies
down for me as they stare at the skies
to allow me to conquer in the battle
that could never have me rattled,
no matter what the situation
or the scenario chosen to get me to the destination,
I have the tapestry here
to decide what is presented and how clear
the subject or topic I want to confront
can come to me or influence me in my hunt.
No matter what else is true,
my mind's control is one of the few
truths upon which I can rely,
something in which I revel every night I close my eyes.

I'm Going To, Just To

I'm going to tell you these words
without believing in them.
I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs.
I won't do any of these verbs
just so I can break a promise again
and to portray a fake amount of fun.
I'll strive to do everything you won't
just to prove to you and me that you are no prophet.
I'm going against every fiber anyone else may have.
Lastly, I'll posses the qualities you don't
just to show both of us that I haven't lost it.

I'm going to do it all differently
just to make myself what I was told I could never be.