Thoughts of an Electric Shepherd

insom3Go to bed, they said…
But, these rebels won’t release me
They assemble qualms, instead
Trembling devils shelved beneath me

I sleep well past the times, I find
While I’m awake
Dwelling solely on the now
And, how it all relates

insom4Need a break from the moon
My extolled soul she consumes
We embrace and then refuse
To let go of the hold, as we swoon

Runed views profoundly cluster
As if read aloud, in the dark
Compounds that strike the structure
Of verbs and nouns, fall apart

insom1What a shockingly spun angle
Clearly more than one can handle
Hooked ideas hung, in an ample
Abundance of spilling, rambled…

Choices, voiced in samples
Picked out, without deception
Anointed gospel of recollection
Idyllically devout with its selection

insom2Stupendous questions, come with calmness
But, the process hasn’t stopped yet
Dreaming of exotic topics
From divine down through the gothic

An honest day’s refresher
Painfully fails to slay conundrums
So these harvested nectars
And stained pages, became my fulcrum


The Tetris Effect

when enveloped in the cross-eyed
visions of a blind man
the mind can
see a lot of things, defining
what makes up the pieces
of humanity’s psyche;
what makes us stand tall,
and fight, or flee?

and rightfully so,
we question our morality
while others would gladly
contribute to the mortality rate
raising like the gate
of a jaw bridge,
demented men who hate
want cut us up like sausage

innocents are falling…
like leaves in autumn,
careless whispers in the wind
distant calls of ravens cawing
eyes shift slightly,
with an erratic twitch
a new glitch,
ingest sounds at a mute pitch

senses get blurred,
consuming this newness
fused together, no separation,
can’t refute this…
we are visual creatures
and most of what is seen
can easily be deemed
as illusions of reality

we cerebrally control
all the objects we’re seeing
leaving out parts
too disturbing to believe in…
cerebrally controlling
like meditative breathing
until reality is blurred
and articles are repeated