Madness is only a line between Me and You

Stream of consciousness would be too ordered a genre for this... But really, I detest definitions. By the way, this is Nonfiction.

Come give me Your sigul

Come give me Your sign.

 

Surrounded by walls of three

Intersecting to infinity.

The three mages, none free,

Working as one only in glee.

 

Can't I ever find the Sun?

Oh, it is all o'erdone.

All I want is a lil' fun

Yet in mySelf I always run.

 

I ride by moonlight,

but strike at day.

I claim I wish to fight,

But when confronted, lay.

 

Wrecking ball, that of nine.

Free me from walls, so I whine.

Give me strength, make me one,

Lest never shall this war be won.

 

I'm so unstructured, can't you see?

Disordered feeling, isn't that me?

But that stubborn Rogue,

With his resolve, the others flee.

 

Crisis, crushing, crisis, crushing

Somebody stole my Sun.

Will I ever love again?

Look to ka, it will depend.

 

I want my Strength to come at whim,

That way my mind will not be dim.

Only rarely, ever slim,

Are the times when I ever win.

 

What is this bollocks,

This lame drivel, this whining?

Complaining always,

It is so blinding...

 

Tell me what I am to do!

Siderael I must no longer eschew.

My Fallen Angel, he needs to know,

When he remembers, then I will grow.

 

Then make it so,

Why do you wait?

Why do you hesitate?

And are always late?

 

You can do what you will,

Don't think, act!

To Hell with them all,

Know it is a fact.

 

Think,

What is it you Love?

(Not what you hate)

What is it you Fear?

 

That will answer why we follow You.

Author's Note

What IS this? What is this that I splatter here? Poetry? Poets would rip apart the lack of structure, pattern, anything. Spoken Word? What does that even mean? Prose Poetry? You put too many rhymes in for that. What IS this? Go on, tear it apart you critics, I don't even know anymore. Call it nonsense, maybe that's what it is to you. Maybe that's indeed what it is. It makes sense in here, and damnit, that's all that matters.

Communication is a convenience and luxury.

Reviews

[Israfel]

...Have I ever seen such despair? Have I ever known? Silly me.. of course I have... but not through your eyes before. True the weapon of Nine's Destruction is yours to wield... How is it that you have faltered? ...I ought to ask myself, for this is the despair I see now... The confusion upon the path to take as the walls collapse around me... Upon the Second Tower I have traveled toward... and as I arrive, my homeland and paradise... gone. All that remains is desert, desolation, death and despair. I laugh a little hopelessly as I jump off my cliff with those wraiths trailing me... "Will my OtherSelf reach me," I wonder as the darkness consumes me. The battle's been long, and I've fought hard... I wonder how I can possibly keep going. ...Strange how I try to connect with the memory of a man far beyond this moment. I want to reach and with my last breaths comfort... though comfort is no longer necessary for you, is it, Pirate of Magic? The riches of Zanzibar, the Indian incense and the robes of emperors are offered before you, and yet you deny them, preferring the knowledge and understanding of the cosmos. ...I wonder if I'll be so fortunate. For now, goodbye vision...

[Lyrical Love]

This fine writing is quite different...
in reading this, I try and see the person who is writing.
No longer full of pain, just uncertainty. Once your warm heart beats proudly for something-and you discover it's gone, your center chills, and becomes cold/frozen. Once your heart hardens, is it able to hold life again? You said that 'when' it(love) comes calling, as if it is something you yourself await. Do you? In reading this there is a very solid fence shielding you from that place again.
"I'm so unstructured, can't you see?" [I still feel like this-when does it go away?]

Tell me what I am to do!
Siderael I must no longer eschew.
My Fallen Angel, he needs to know,
When he remembers, then I will grow.

This says way too much for me...I have been there, and revisit often (not intentionally);for me it takes away the power of WHOM I believe in. The more I read this, the more I find to pick apart (happily)...as I look for myself...

...thought provoking!
~Lyrical