Beauty of Insanity

Life is a fortunate way to play with serenades,

Lore of the days, sores caused by grenades

That was relayed into the haze of false parades,

Like masquerades that dazed your gaze.

The enlightening insanity of the witches will fade

Underneath the lies of a city, which I have said.

I'm not withering insanity, I'm calculating sanity!
All hail the day's demotivating Hades;
And then I've met insanity.

Walking a stark mistress' sinning grin's sanity,

The stalker's darkness sipping in green's clarity.

Go slower, like the tyrants who ruled with banality.

Go slower, like the great life I've had.

The stalker's darkness' beautifying me in me;

And all my makeup, tranquilizing sanity.

A great life I've had.

So beautiful!

A life I'll never withstand through all this insanity;

The music flows through the darkness of uncertainty.

So beautiful!

A life I've never had without all my insanity;

The music flows through the darkened blood,
And now I sin,
While all this land inside me, now they're split.
Cities; they're sorry about all of me,
They've lied to me about my beauty.

A world of beauty.

All hail insanity.

For when the darkness have melted into dust, uncertain metallic rust,

A tyrant's watching me!

A world of cruelty.

I hid my sanity.

For when my shadows have lead me through the world painted red,

The tyrant's stopping me!

The tyrant rules over such shallow villagers,

When all they do is be the gallows' pillagers.

Such beauty.

The world is filled with the beauty of insanity!

All my pains will be displayed with clarity.

These are the words of the shallow villagers,

"Such beauty."

Oh how beautiful it is to be scarred with their rarity!

A life filled with so much beauty,

Such gracious beauty.

The Hanged Pedestrian

Surreal realistic bluish green golden graves,

really simplistic lampposts creeping out of caves.

Today,

I made it a day to celebrate

the debate of my way.

I made it from clay,

brick by brick my way.

For I walk past the brazen haven which is mine,

and this blazing wave of humans, which is mine,

and this elating wait for everything that is mine.

In the midst of the most talented equestrians,

I saw a hanged pedestrian.

Their horses rose high like a shadow in the sky;

for the sky rose higher into the dark of the eye;

the eye of alienated mysteries, like arks of white dye,

and you ill-fated people will kindly ask why.

For their lips are stained red with the blood of mine;

their fingertips are broken, rained floods onto mine;

their sips of water everyday, all are mine,

as if all aren't mine.

In the midst of the greediest equestrians,

I hanged a pedestrian.

I slapped an ordinary citizen in the face three times;

He did not follow my reason: everything must rhyme.

He was an equestrian, but his significance was nigh,

Because I shot him in the eye, the tongue and thigh;

Now he can't see, taste or walk over lies. 

His dark horse is mine; his white horse is mine;

The course of his chorus will only be a line,

Written by me,

Who have penned out his life with an unstained feather

During a rainy weather.

"The horse is an equestrian, and the equestrian is a horse";

That was his chorus' course. 

In the midst of the furriest equestrians,

I hanged a horse. 

Hello hellish humans, how hedonistic have you been?

Hyperactive humans, how's his hive that you've seen?

Today,

I have became king of all slaves and all their slaves;

I did not support servitude,

But the slaves' attitudes were of large magnitudes.

They came to me;

I was a generous king,

I frivolously gifted them horses;

My generosity made me a pedestrian.

In the midst of the laziest equestrians,

I am a hanged pedestrian.

Apathetic Personification

The littlest droplets of frozen blood told me,
"Litter the crop-less woven land once with ice,
And another with lice; stay back and let it be,
And be taken aback by the grayest forms of nice."

A peaceful village was once the home to a large ice monastery,
Where blissful people pillage the bones of those with dawn's money.
Even past death, one could not transcend beyond a measly yawn's mastery;
The breaths of ice ascended past those that society has deemed funny.

A hand-painted land with sand that when seen, instantly turned into ice.
My band of saints and their tight reprimands are all to me, tiny mice.
When me and my mice crossed this barren land, I have became feline;
I flossed my teeth to rid it of mice; the leftovers soon became mine.

Malignant Shell II

Why?

Why am I so perfect inside my glaciers;

Inside all my pain and fateful divings

Into waters of far wasted, tilted lies,

When I do not worry?

I'll never worry anymore. 

For all of what is said to me,

We see that I hide in a malignant shell

Inside my pain and my pride under the rain.

I see inside

As I empty my only bottle of water.

I thirst to death.

I flood myself to death;

Now there isn't such need anymore. 

When eels invite me into my own race

In waters that fade to hell,

I see me inside me,

Pushing my limits as I see a shell;

Now I can't see anymore. 

And what do they even need to be this time?

We are their men and pride;

We peel the skin off their rashes,

Their pride and their heads,

And why do they still hide

Inside their malignant shells?

I've maligned alignments

Until we are one;

And we won't even need to say anymore. 

All the curses in me were shot into myself,

For I do not aspire death. 

My death is an implosion inside a shell,

Where none will know of my death. 

By then,

I believe that I don't need to die anymore. 

Every time I see,

I die, out of first-aid;

Never know what to save anymore. 

As we are making a promise;

I've came out of my shell, but not them.

They've chosen to be malignant;

And I've no choice

But to feed on their disgrace;

Just see me through my malignant shell,
And I'll never need to write anymore.

Tyrannical Personification

Great wars are what we live for,
Yet I do not understand my free will.
Life is great,
Yet I am wanting to hate the people who surrendered to me.
This is my life,
Yet this is a life that I've never wished for.
I do not understand hatred and misery;
They are to be found inside a broken chamber;
A chamber of ghosts and bloodshed;
A shed filled with the fingerprints of me;
I have no fingerprints.

Warm blood flows;
It is such a pleasureful feeling
When liquefied brains are molded into music,
When liquefied stains are folded into scars
When sadness flows,
For there is no plural for true creativity;
Understand sorrow,
For there are no rural places for the greedy;
I wandered to places in search of disgrace;
And I founded a nation of war.
I preached for universal peace,
And now there is only violence in my core.

There were times when I've clenched the world in my fist,
It was a sublime feeling.
I felt as if the world revolved around my wildest fantasies;
It was an experience most engaging.
I heard the screams of the surrounding mist,
Such a dreadful thing.
A loud siren deafened me,
It made me a happier man,
For I could no longer listen to the cries
Of me and my people,
When we unleashed a full-scale riot
Against the beastly bests of our inner monsters;
When we repelled the grisly tests of our future,
For we stood still without falter;
For we do not will for a child without a father;
For we are the monsters of a broken nation.

Safe World

I miss the time
When I cruised the oceans with my loved ones,
And the cruise sank.
I miss the time
When I was desperate to escape,
so I leaped into the icy cold water
and suffered no sickness,
While realizing that the cruise belonged to my neighbor.

It was a time
When leaping out of a ship was equal to suicide,
Although I was trying to save myself.
A group of policemen apprehended me
Simply for doing so.
I did not hate them
Because I knew that there was delicious food at home.

There was a time
When I came across a piece of paper;
An indecipherable poem was written on it.
I handed it to the very policemen who apprehended me,
One man interpreted it.
He claimed that it meant nothing.
However, I have already uncovered its hidden meaning;
He could not understand it
Because he was one of my neighbours.

While in custody,
I wanted to make a phone call to my loved ones,
But all my loved ones were with my neighbor.

When I woke up, I was in my high school;
A competition was held there.
I was one of the participants
Although I did not remember signing up.
I did not know what to do,
So I danced.
I became famous.

I saw an adulterous politician queuing up
To buy cheap food in a high-class restaurant.
I lined up behind him,
While my loved ones went away for awhile.
I saw the mother of a stranger;
She was very rude;
She vulgarly scolded her own plate of food.
In my heart, I hated her,
But she understood my heart before I spoke,
And warned me not to underestimate her.

Library

I was convicted of a crime I did not know;
I was convicted without a hint of sorrow.
I woke up in a prison cell.
The first thing I heard was a broken toilet's yell,
Covered with yellow stain,
Like it is smothered by piss rain,
Or sun-grown grain?

The cells were like cubicles,
No ceilings and low walls,
I could climb over it, I think.
Society casually entered the cell;
They saw me without clothes
And did not react in any way.
They climbed out of the cell
As if I were not there.

Sweeper's clothes manifested out of nowhere.
I wore them and escaped.

I was trapped in a library in outer space,
Owned by my neighbor.
The library was located in a giant structure,
Owned by my neighbor.
The library seemed broken,
It was dark, and I needed to escape.
But a man once told me
It is hard to enter the library
For one will need permission to do so,
But it is easy to get out.
I got in without my neighbor's permission,
I got in without my permission.

It was very dark, but I was not scared.
I embraced the darkness, and I met some people,
Including society who saw me without clothes
And did not react in any way.
I felt paranoid while wearing clothes.

Outside the library, but still inside the structure,
Was a sprawling city.
I went into a hypermarket and met my friends,
I bought two bottles of branded milk,
One for them, one for me.

There was a taxi driver who was able to send me home,
But he did not know that I got in without permission.
I tried to act as if I were society,
He believed me, and offered me a ride home.
During the journey, he asked me for my driving license.
I told him I scored well,
For I know that if I told him otherwise,
He would know that I was foreign,
That I did not even know my neighbor.

The driver stopped his vehicle in front of my house.
I got out, and he drove off.
I realized that I left my bag inside the vehicle.
I surfed the internet to track his current location,
Only to discover that he was already in some place.

I gave up.
I opened a crack that reversed time
Using only my mind.
I retrieved my bag.