Madness

I warn you before reading, this poem is really long, and it makes no sense. I wanted to capture madness through poetry, I hope you enjoy, but you're in for a weird crazy ride. And a long one. Enjoy!

Breath in the breeze while the world bleeds colour like no other stellar propellers open up your umbrella and let the paint pour down all around drown yourself in it

Swim within your limits until the digits of your brain go insane and stain you like a rainbow

Coloured and cauterized by the bible, disdainful

Tie-dyed revival of an eyeful of monsters hell-bent on survival saliva kaleidoscope dope riders flying higher than a tidal wave bridal slave homicide blinder

Paint pallet like a heavy mallet in my hand, brother, friend, I won’t bend down and allow the night’s lights to faze me with the scene in front of me

Appearing grey like the sky in my eyes, gravy, save me

I’ll have to spray bright afraid lady, maybe of the shade raiding my world, dulling my gold, turning my rhymes cold and folding under the pressure

A compressor of lesser art sold like taking the lesson and an impression given and you live in a world where art is more than just another dart starts beating bars within

Start rhythm  rhyming and find the horizon keep trying until your vertical subliminal syllables killing your miserable thoughts you’ve taught yourself to rot willingly thrilling the night like gunshots to be someone else and love the mouth that shouts whispers speaking out of the sound hissing spit until you understand what’s about to go down

Two feet placed firmly on the ground, taxidermy while the wormies in your flesh rush round to the next meal, telling you how to feel, steal a chance to dance on the stage of life, reel in the next meal, and steal the show, no one knows where in the world you’ll go, girl

Pages of words silent just might be heard by your heart, a sight for your mind, find a reason to freeze in the hurricane of rain and plain pain of reality to know that you’re alive, writhing in pain, drowning your brain in a watery grave and under the signs of insanity within the third eyes of humanity, looking right at me, as my legs ran with me, do I have something on my face?

Keep them wide, smile inside and you just might just survive the disgrace

Committing suicide to end the lies and start living a new life undivided under the confidante left sided kind of line that you’ll cross, find a maze and get lost razed under the frost of another day blazed in the waves of madness, fabulous chattering clattering homoginist catalyst a word fist a rhyme kiss

I ain’t your fool toadstool, I’ll rule the world one day, no matter what you hear me say, pray for the day that made me devour you, know the truth as I consume the very room and become a part of you

Painting your words like ink rage on the bloody page, dripping from the walls, licking liquid from the washroom stalls, engaged enraged, displayed, prayed on by the blade of antisocial vocal society a crime to be spoken awoken broken or societally choking efficiently breaking and bleeding reason from the freezing ceiling until the greedling of your weedings on the lawn fawn over what you’ve done wrong

And feel freed under the rust of the crust of a new wounded spoon to soon to bleed

A creedless seed of human beings, never believe in the madness you agree to see indifferently potentially covering me constantly lovingly governing astronomy abominably honestly sodomy what’s wrong with me, before long it’ll be a part of me

Rhyming from my mind what I’ve gotta see bleed out the letters until they feel free from the feed a little better and give out my handwritten rat bitten smitten solicit love letters to the clever blood-letters until life’s better and the worlds wetter as it rains poetry showing me the sky mad angry a savage breed of humanity a calamity blatantly awaiting me the madness a stream flowing through clear from view inside the very thoughts you slue bluer than the mood rings goo

The love I see and the dreams I breath through the seams and sleeves of my flesh combusting bustling rustling crushing the mustang’s cutting up onions and keep crying lines until I’m kneeling over dying inside and the fire they hide in burning the wording up bright on my sternum learning asserting curbing the herding birdies until the thirty scurvy worthy curvy ladies shaving my pay grade daily a parade of people getting laid and creating an orgy of cretin reaching breathing inside the seedlings growing from the ceiling

Kneeling at the alter feeling the feeling revealing revealed things freeing my appealing keeling real and healing the peeling skin inside the tin of body bins linen winnings beginning to unravel to travel the navel cavity sad at me to believe in empty sentences and promises vomiting as I mention this because the dentures just don’t feel right on my eyesight half right uptight pretentious ventures of breakings and enters that centre the vendors that gender-benders in the bleachers preachers lechers beseechers leave our berserk clerks and free church alone

Cursed reimbursed worse than the first thirst for hearses workers searchers murdering worsening, curdling turtle and third fertile thing in the ring of the stadium bring the thing down to the ground and touch the sky with my cranium and eyes fried like eggs in the sun that run egg whites at the sights that bake pies in the sunrise sunny side up under the fires of spires of shier barbed wire styled like a wild child

Required by the last survivor of liars an arriver higher than the notes that burn above the sunny sky, music like toothpicks unify useless fun trying to run under the buns of the burger murder story

Why the word quarry?

Say it and spray the spit all over the faces of those disgraces and become insane like me, breath in the scene, and write the words over the truth, spray paint your name in the colour of pain like brittle spittle on the booth the sleuth will never see, never find you

I’m a different kind of breed, so feed me the mead to sing freely over your meaning leaning and falling sprawling spiralling over the calling for madness, a thrall of radishes that devour and divorce the coarse cohorts remorseless savages ravaging the man that manages the lavish purple bandages like sandwiches

Crazy but still haven’t this, cabbages badgers heard the latter mattered dark Saturn to spring the words from the ground, flattened like a lunatic prick that pricked his fingers on his dick, kicked the bucket, suck it, came to quick, now we’re sick stuck in the thick of it, picture this, mixture of light fixtures picturesque whisper of a miser of a fissure in the withered bitter of my livid liver

Sliver the life giver, crazy as a cold shiver, a life giver, stand and deliver, the colour I slithered onto my fingers, brighter than a blight stringer, bringer of a gunslinger king or a neck wringer of singing chicken wings lather it in sauce and boss the moss from the rocks from the shore high on the stocks like a fox clock of hot sauce and no cost for the winners show them what for to ignore the war on more boarded up mores

Cut the bills with my scissors, quiver quick under the limbic limerick lyric like a cleric I’ve got this like a sweaty machete in my armpit hear it steer it revere it but clear the way for it today I just want it this way to stay ok babe?

And you’ve got something to say so you should hear it and I won’t miss the words that appear or fear it, I live for the lyrics that explode like cells in my mind, writer’s hell smells like a spiked lemon lime’s behind

Madness is something fine you’ll find, divine-like rhymes that stand tall like a ball rolling bowling against the tests of mine

Space erased it’s fine to shatter your spine in place and realign the wine that you drink from your mind

Rears in the fabric of time

Madness static pathetic magnetic collective corrective elected neglected hectic antiseptic nectar of words in the back of my mind mining my memories like minerals forever please every crime subliminal critical blinded by the double-sided sliding door sign

Single-minded rhyme, reading every meaning, every line I can find

Nothing left to hide behind

Kind of lied winded back a clockwork thumb tack hurt dessert squirt third-degree burns in the dirt on the curb

Like a mastermind, yelling these words of mine

Burnt like a lunatic smoking lines of anthrax acid mask task fasten on fashion flask last before you pass out on the gas in the glass

Blurting out the things I heard fast before they pass like a human screaming dreaming believing without reason like a bulimic bird, a lesson, regression, regurgitation, sexual perpetual relations, a grunt an affront of words merging finally viginally heard, smells like poetry, dinners served

Turning the wording in earlier than half-baked thoughts, straight from my mind, left out to rot on the rocks in the madness left in the sadness slaughtered fathered cauterized insecticide, forgotten like the lot of them, now you can eat up the thought of them taking a shot of them, throw up the remains in a pot of them, try not to vomit out the rotten blood clots of them

I’ll let the body of words fester and rot again to no end, madness is beautiful like a carnival, carnal, farmable, I kiss the cheek of insanity, weakness, vanity in calamity have at me because madness is my friend, and you never know who you just might meet down the bend, or whose mind will be next to feel the rend the appeal like a good meal, the end never ends

Be careful what you say, what words you wish to send, I hear through mirrors, my mind is queer, I fear no men

 

Author's Note

This was a test to see how many random rhymes I could put together and improve on my rhyming scheme in general. I enjoyed it, and it may be absolutely crazy, but I'm proud of it.

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Jackie]

So many rylhtmes.a mouthful. A tongue full. So much one must let slide. Dang your good. Took me some time to get through as well..:-)

[wordman]

the mind of a mad scientist,quant