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how cruel
last night's show
of force
was against
my thrid stray cat
they laughed
as they attacked
capt. jacks

denounce
pounce
on the weak

just who is the weak
and who is the strength

it's not merely
mind over matter
in these things
of the heart
it's deepest words
i seek
to speak

these last few years
i haven't the time
to grieve properly
i've been struggling
to merely survive

i'm caught
between the rainbow's end
and the great divide

there is a great
void in between
where the lapses
in mental space
reside in time

we all have
a light
a right
of being
in this life

everyone expects
you to jump up
and be over it all
it is not that simple
once grounded in
that unspoiled
never before
charted territory
there is no
back tracking
it's intense
to wield
your way
like a lost ship
in deserted waters
there is no direction
it's all undiscovered land
like a child's mind
a baby just born
you have no guide
no mother
noone to lend a hand
the course you choose
is at your command
or not

there is no longer
a win or lose
situation
in this motive
extreme
ulterior area
no grey
to bargain with
it's all in black
and white
extremes
only grey to the
eyes that shadow
the true reality

this putried matter
of the enclosed mind
is mine to find
a way out
of the lost dark secret
it has captured
the lost lonely souls
and strips them down
to bare bones
and clips
their wings
and ties the strings
to their nose
and guides
them to a home
that is the biggest
lie of all known to man

it can't be overcome
it can be pushed aside
to make room
for the new life
that is residing
in the same dark
recesses
the crevases
that create the
havoc in the mad mind

it's only time
spent in the boundaries
of nothingness
that threatens
to engulf
the man from
his coarse reality

there is no hidden mystery
it's a mind spot
a timeless stretch
beyond what the imagination
knows best

it's a court jest
it taunts
but never flaunts
it's inner beauty
it's desire
to cave inward
and create
from the havoc
strung apart
along the loose
ends
of the spiral

control
has no space
in this spatial place

feeling your way
like a lost worm
in the dark holes
of the head
as the death clouds
loom ahead
always too soon
always waiting
for your life
to be born
out of defiant spite
a spit back in the face
of the delighted liars
half-life

i swear to take
this to the ends
and there i will
wrangle out my demons
and see which one of us lives
the longest
i'm tired
of carrying this broken bastard
heavy on my back

i'll bury this monster
inside the hatch
of the next disaster
and see it slime
as it worms it's way
out of my climbing
depths of despair
where i no longer care
that death is at my door
i won't answer that
tick tock
of the death bell clock
clamping down
like bells from hell
i will dispell all rumors
and call a truce
on this rigid ruse
of a life

it's the in betweens
that lurk
within the highest highs
and lowest lows
that are killing me
the lowest form
of uncommon denominator
the terminator
is the shadow
lurking in front
and behind me

i'll live to spite
to spit on it's
lying decay of grey
when the light
touches it's darkness
in the twilight time
when the moon
reaches the mind
the manic side
parts way
for the long slide
to come