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The Madman, "Yes, three days, three centuries, three aeons. Strange they would always weigh and measure. It is always a sundial and a pair of scales."

Friday, April 27, 2012


Wild magnets,
Red angry bubbles,
Blinding flashes of darkness-
The world is a madman's dream.

Gusts of wind,
Holding vengeful breath,
Pick out melting candles
With dying flames.

We are treading
Treacherous terrain,
Stepping stones
Of soft engulfing mud.

The blind eye in the sky
Sees it all
And sheds profuse tears,
Life-corroding acid.

The darkness causes decay
Disgust gives wings
Hatred gives strength.
I hate so I can fly,
Fly away.


  1. your poems give me the strength to live... to carry on... makes me hate them...