The mind is an Armageddon,
Thoughts appear and disappear
Like lightening,
Ideas racing,
Flashes of memories,
As if someone is flipping
Channels on an old television,
The day of judgement is near,
But their is no Redeemer
Other than your own self.

A wedding,
And a funeral
On the same day,

Some are happy,
Some are sad,
And some devastated.

Life is strange,
God is a sadist,
And we are puppets
With a will.

One against the world,
The battle must be fought,
The war must be won,
The peace must be restored,
Violence only harms,
And when the mind is a battlefield,
Things get scary.
The lonely warrior
Must fight the battle,
Against the culture,
Against the self and world,
& win

A fear slowly poisoning
The mind and heart,
Making one an infidel,
Delusions clouding the senses,
Narcissism setting in,
To experienced eyes,
It's a cry for help,
To others it's thing to shun.
The matrix isn't real,
Why to think you're the one?

Naked bodies
Lying on a bed on a Saturday night,
Pizza and Mojitos
And Gone Girl on TV,
A love that will not last,
But will be remembered
Until death.

A ruckus in the class,
Green and black school bag kept
On a desk,
Observing the disorder,
The chaos,
The bag knows nothing
But the books they contain know
Too much,
And they both watch silently,
Stupid children, they must be thinking
But they can't see
And can't think