Thoughts of a Madman

The fire hanging on the wall
Is gripping for its life
I highlighted the thoughts which bother me not.
Very few, they lie in the backroom, their cellmate is a psychotic, delusional truth-whisperer. Schizophrenic is not enough said. He hides in the shadow of a hanging branch. The tree of the soul puts emphasis on this branch. I don't know why, but that's the truth. It's an inside job. My job is to seek the truth and ask why. But who am I asking? They say "Be careful with your thoughts because you are speaking with the universe". But who IS the universe? Is it a being inhabited by my thoughts? Does it even acknowledge my material form? We live in infinite complexity and we limit ourselves as much as we can. The paradox of consciousness is infinite in its stubbornness to comprehend the true nature of truth and love.
Illusion's hair has a nice scent, magically pulling you towards unconsciousness. The clock ticks until you can't hear it anymore.

Freedom

Empty your mind...
Surrender to your soul
Look up to the sky
And let it mould you.

Ideals

I deal with ideals that most people don't feel are real
Why kill and be killed when you can live peacefully and build
On one another instead of tearing each other apart
Coexisting in harmony is an art
Not doing it means a lack of a subpart
In which case we would need a restart.

The Coffin That Hung From the Ceiling

The cold night vibrates between raindrops

The wind breathes the fire til the pain stops

A shadow flickers on the humid walls

Lightning strikes scare the cats and dogs.

The ego walks home soaked in question marks

“Where’s my justice?” he screams, as the thunder sparks

A wild idea in his monstrous heart

“We shall fight til death tears us apart!”

And so he geared up and went to war

Trapped by the greed of thoughts, he stored

And hoarded them til he could hold no more

Til he collapsed, white flag in his bag

And the flowers grew around him

While he grew cold because he couldn't stimulate the thought within

(to be continued)

Blanked Thoughts

I feel exposure from the heat of others' wounds
A broken watch on the blood-seeping earth ticks
Staring me in the eye, while a dying child kicks
And screams his last words to me, while I look at my feet

I want to run, but I'm entangled in my ruler's guilt
I cower and shove my face in mud, and I see the stars
A shimmering light of hope in a place where bullet proof cars
Shoot at anyone in sight with all their self-righteousness and might.

Death's warm hands welcome me to a coffee
To wake up from life, where I've wandered round blindly
My existence was as pathetic as the fearful guilt of a child
And my last thought was blank.

Illusion

No walls, but you're still locked in these halls
Where everyone that grows wings falls, and ghosts
Haunt you every day, your roles are false
Even when your goals are foes
And even though everything goes, of course
They'll still lead you off-course, long-nosed
Poor puppets whose minds are froze like those who've got no goals
Push some buttons that get you clothes, phones and gold
They're the same buttons that foretold the end of the world through wars and gore
Fables to leave an old man sore
And furthermore, what if your view of the world is torn
From the truth while they hand you roles so you could do their chores?

Treason

Electric thunder, can you hear their hunger?
You stumble upon statistics, they stumble upon ballistics
Their pain hurts us all, the red phone won't take the call
Try to curtain the truth but you can't erase the proof

Bombs ahead! My parents are dead
The soldiers lead them to their bed
They sleep with eyes open, they still see the molten
Our city burned down, so the queen can keep her crown
God save the Queen, God save my spleen,
Cuz running for miles to avoid the hostiles
Might make it rupture, along with my culture,
We lived in peace til your soldiers came and pissed
On it and claimed the land, we're terrorists on our own land
Thanks for saving us from ourselves with your peaceful bombshells
I broke my leg, can't run no more, I beg
Passers by to take me to a hospital, but they see me as an obstacle
I'm not their neighbour, thus I'd be wasted labour
My insides roaring, my temples bleeding, vultures soaring
Watching me with hunger, shouldn't last much longer
I look at the sky to make sure I have an alibi
And I die.

Let's disturb the war! Bore holes into their core goals
Let's heal our minds and mind for our fellow kind
For we are not frontlines as their cannon fodder,
We are slunk lions roaring with empathy to devour their apathy
Care to see how we will hold the key to the re-
-al way of living, saving and caring for our environment and not for your clientele!
We will no longer be your consumers!
You enslaved us and gave us tumours!
But now it's time to take back our freedom
Break the silence and show you the meaning of treason!

Insomnia 3

To be at peace with a roaring mind
To fall asleep in tears of faith
To twitch and stare emptily and find
That your consciousness is in an imperfect state

Insomnia 2

Dark thoughts, seeds of salvation
Sorrow and suffering soldered by fixation
My mind gasps for breath, seconds of lucidity
Storming thoughts, calm body, physical duplicity

Insomnia...

Dark thoughts, turning over and over
Tired but can't sleep, weighs and boulders
Fighting insanity against all these coverts
I should probably listen to some Mozart

Oh God! Why are all these criminals still kosher?
The truth is hunted and gathered by these vultures
Using fire and fear to protect their cultures
Labeling any opposition as kooky and vulgar

I applaud their appalling nature and irrational behaviour
For they have succeeded in creating lab rats for labour
Who power their power in a pyramid scheme with no pleasure
But are asleep so it doesn't bother them, they all need a saviour

These dark thoughts are drowning me in my bed
Sometimes I float to the surface and breath some air
My mind is intoxicated, I can feel the evil bred
But sometimes I wonder if it's worse not to care