What if addiction is a parasite?
Driving us mad by living it's luxuries through us.
Like an alien who has never experienced forbidden pleasure:
Too much food, too much sex, too much alcohol and too many drugs-
Knowing that our destruction will not be the cause of it's own
So from our dreams, whispers, "I have had such fun with this host, please don't make it stop."
Well I have news for the MIB reject piece of shit:
Baby, it's time to go.
Beware the endless nightmare:
The groaning of weak men-
Droning on their loud opinions
Then stepping back again.
They'll form their elaborate dinner parties
To talk about the nothing they'll complain and campaign
Yet when all the world's a stage:
They're like cotton candy in the rain.
On the other side there's all action
With no thought for consequence
Those who won by whatever means will win
And pay no recompense.
They've convinced the losers
That losing is always their fault
As they give themselves a raise
And pass responsibility on down.
Then here's me just tired of it all
No one's doing, we're just shouting while a few stand tall
There's a lot of people dropping the ball.
You say I'm mad but madness knows not itself
So allow me to declare my madness!
I see a face where you see a pile of rocks
I delight at simplicity, you show but normality.
They say I'm mad but madness does not recognize this crowded headspace
For what he said and she said are we said
And all of a sudden it's madness to listen to a crowd within or without.
I say I'm mad and as I said:
Madness knows not itself and therefore:
I am sane.
"Cup of tea, dear Alice?"
I'm just a man and not a ratter
as if cats were females and dogs thereafter
But see here, I enjoy my madness in this matter
Being composed for the public while mad as a hatter:
We all could use a break from galantry
To ease the tension in our life retreat
I think this passion in the carnal savagery
Is what the world needs more of when they choose to be:
A beast of burden
A beast of rage
a beast who just should fuck the plague
Of living in a stressed out mind
The world's a kingdom here to find
But what do I know I'm quite mad in this palace
So I say to you, "cup of tea, dear Alice?"
Darkness in the heart: disillusioned
Dope deals to great steals with no collusion
Do it on my own and i'm so far from home
Deliverance and proverbs, God throw me a bone.
I sit in silence and pretend I'm alone
But everyone's around me, try to astound me
Inevitably I will win and be a savior
I just want it all now and never later
Vi-vicious-violence creeps in my dreams
I sleep the softest amidst the screams
And I find my inner peace just when the bomb drops
I pray for apocalyptic Socratic all-stops
Because the world will be hospitable when I'm formidable
It's altogether palatable when it is maleable
When Earth is quiet, after the riots
Apocalypse come on and try it
There's an illusion of no intrusion
But when the people rise we'll see explosions
Too many faces are going to see man go implosion
Just you wait and see them rise in planet Earth's corrosion
It's indefensible, if not reprehensible but I do believe it still
There will be evil filled and all the people killed ending in land fills
Just you all wait and see, it may be the death of me
But like I said I will see Apocalypse in decency and I'll end peacefully.
This has been all DP, hope you enjoyed my stream of consciousness spoken word poetry.
Sometimes I feel so horribly alone.
I look at people around me
and I see a lot of the same
And I'm standing in the rain.
Each weight and burden hitting my shoulders
From a cloud of age driving me towards heaven
I pray for the arms of an angel and yet
Regret, disillusionment, toil with no reward
Dreams and dashed hopes
While hoping victory's just ahead
Working so hard for a goal that no one believes
A win, give me a win. That's all I need-
And yet this empty room greets me
While my happiness: I bleed.
I am the angel of death
I close my eyes as you take each breath
I haunt your dreams for all they seem
The last of God's true sanctity.
I'm in your mind each day you breath
If you don't mind, I'd like it if you stayed with me.
There's no philosophy behind the hypocrisy
Demand the odyssey to get to the fallacy
Believing in things you can't obtain in reality
I want a physical feeling of peace in normality
A wave washes on the shore of my eternity
Or what I think of as eternity which is really just a temporary stay
Next to an ocean of day to days
And problems are the tide that comes in and out in waves.
Philosophize: they say is like the needle of truth
You've been raised by it so you should just know what to do
But there's no owners manual to this life that we drive
We consider ourself living as opposed to trying to stay alive
And we die-
I don't care who you are or what you've done
Life is temporary so you got to have your fun-
Right? Or is it wrong to believe in deeper meaning
Celebrating fasting of enjoyment and being demeaning-
To the other temporaries like you'll somehow be elite
If you suffer on your feet, make time to walk a beat
And live for other people because we all have responsibility
And tragedy and setbacks are character building indemnity.
It's all just bull s*** that you tell yourself to get by
While you live in a world of walls and protection refusing to take a chance and fly
Is it better to be the man, or accept that you're just a guy
Who's been living for a single goal and now goal-less don't know why-
You continue in this world of tragedy and ecstasy
Trying to feel both while the waves come over me
Am I really in control of my own destiny? are we?
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow is, "we'll see"
A motion to dismiss? But I can't just let it go.
Even in solitude without you i'm alone
I've made up my mind and there's just one course I know
It's hope this island moves or off to heaven I will go.
