The Complexity of Simplicity

Mind doesn't function at normal speed

It's a roller coaster gone off of the tracks 

Headed for death

Sometimes I ponder if that would be best

Things come and go 

Too quickly for me to comprehend 

I am torn in between

Do I acknowledge this gift bestowed upon me

Use the capacity of my mind like none other

Or do I surpress and live in a dark depress

Melting the cheese in between 

Made golden brown

Pleasing to most in that way

But the torture is inside 

oozing out, the frustration of the day

I have surrendered up to you 

Yet contemplate the true definition of why we must try

In this life, wishing I could be catatonic

The most simple things trouble my mind

Looking for a deeper meaning, as if I don't already know 

There's nothing complex about the simplicity at hand 

It's my hungry nature.

Will I ever be full 

I am full.

Of things that I question the value of. 

Unrestrained.

I have come to the conclusion that maybe there is no existence of a soul on this planet that could attempt to comprehend what i have come to know as reality and normality. 

With this I leave you with the thought that there is more to me than you believe you can see.

Behind the laugh is a mind that stretches beyond belief 

it's something beautiful that seems so sinful to come to the realization as such

God only knows what has gone on and the decisions to arise.

The outcome is not known to any of his own kind. 

I try to cure it, but there is no way out. 

It is the way it is, and that an acceptance I must be willing to take before I start to rip apart from the inside out. 

I must cope with this unrestrained gift.

The silence begins, yet the writings continue. 

However, there will still be sound to some and to others none. 

Rain Clears a Window

The tears roll down my window
clearing away some of the confusion
and the way that I seem to be.
Making the view in sight so much easier to see.
Even though there is so much that you do not know.
This sightline is intended to be.
Not for me; not for you.
But for the good of mankind that it may have a glimpse of what it means to be whole again.
Open your eyes and let the rain fall.

But Not To Me

Twisting and tormenting happens

to every thought to enter in

to the depths of this apparent tomb

to wring out the pesticides. 

Clouded with moss growing above

there is a careless love. 

beneath however is something concealed. 

A code that can not be cracked no matter the attempts that are raged.

intelligible for some right from the start

but my mind is clouded while this monocle has followed through with it's purpose. 

Crystal clear.

Where to be is here

I ponder, I think, I dream, I reflect
on every instance that I encounter in the wind and the rain
as I fall dreamily into the trap of what my mind has to offer on the subject at hand I wonder.
the wonder is an awe and awe like a falcon in the sky breaking the dawn
these things I do not think are for me.
there is beauty in the most willowed of roses the stem shines green
a welcome for the day
a salutation to begin what you can not control
the will is there one has to reach
beyond the walls that are built by the self
conquer yourself and seize what is there to be offered
falling into place as the light shines through knowing there will be more dark
the dissonance stirs inside.
at that moment when i can't decide where to be
it is here.