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Ding, Ding
Time for bed
Sleep, Sleep
Your little head
My child of me
Shall you never forget
I do, I do, I do
Love thee

Young disheveled shoulders
Giving into the weight of imagined attackers
An easily confused consciousness
Leading immature emotions

New adult responsibilities
Encroaching on childhood turf
Cruel games of adolescence
Play tricks on his changing mind

Youthful drama leading
Him through grown up themes
A changing masculinity
Searching for why

A flummoxed soul
Caught simply in a struggle
Moving hastily forward
From infancy to maturity

My muscles are dancing to a song that my head cannot hear.
My ears lie to me cause the sun feels absent.
My blood is slowing within my fleshy highway
My heart’s rhythm is off tempo.
My eyes tire of their work.
I feel my body eases to the floor.
I hope these words will not be my lasts as I sleep next to those who where here before.

A corpse lying still
where life once stood I did kill
passion of simple means to control
guilty consciousness breathes life into murdered soul

Non-fictious stories in my head
play motions of a deed
Absent guidence my hands were lead
a single thrust leaves a man to bleed

Shallow whispers dance around me here
turning I stare to nothing there
my mind succumbs to this necromantic taunting
beaten by the throes of this passionate haunting.

scurry to feed at the trough
stuff your porky face
wallow in your own filth
live your life made for you
pay nevermind around you
ignorance is your bliss
destroying yourself with your arrogance
death does not desire you
live you pleasurable hell
frowning a smile though out eternity

Join with me and sing along
and let everyone be merry
and join our hands and dance around
until the break of morning.

Let us rest all together
onto this great earth’s floor
and then we’ll wake
and have some dinner
and dance around some more

We will sing and dance aloud
until they hear us on the moon
and then we’ll clap and stomp our feet
until the earth breaks loose

Then she’ll be tumbling, tumbling, through outer-space
but we won’t give a damn
because we will be singing, dancing and

sleeping on the ground.

Musings of Sanity from a Mad Man

Humanity has grown into an interesting observation
I have become in love with its sanity
visual and philosophical investigations into its psyche
mutual conversations with its purpose
and constant bombardment of an inquisitive ideologies
drive me into this thought

Have I caused my self to become too involved in its understanding of existence
Has my lucidity become clouded because of my own actions
Have I gone too far…..

I had started “Thrill Me With Reality” (TMWR) with books in mind and perhaps that is still true, but due to the fact that I am an advocate of technology I must adjust to the ways of the web. I will even consider the “social networking” sites again.

My plan for this site is not very grand. As I start to wind up TMWR this will slowly become it home. I need to be very clear that everything with TMWR is fiction and it is NOT directed or intended for non adults or those whose feelings are easily hurt.

I am sure not too many people with see this site, but if I don’t even start it then I am sure no one will see it.

Let’s see where this takes us.

Join me?