Prudence and Madness

days of late found me
in no cheerful spirits,
as the world blooms
with their clasped hands,
the warmth emanating
from each other’s eyes
and smiles that embrace one another.

my hands had only
a bulge of unsightly flesh
of my unlovely vessel.

i swallow myself
whole.
my inside felt sick
with the dirty insult.
i tried to belch it all
but nothing came out.
it stayed in
this hateful thing.
my bulge of unsightly flesh.

those clasped hands
shall enclose my heart
cold.
the warmth shall burn
me,
flame my pity
of self.
their smiles shall take away
my life with wretchedness,
as i drown in
my pool of unwanted slick,
inside and out.

I know I’ve already posted an entry today (I usually limit myself to one entry per day). But I just found these mp3s of DREAM THEATER!!!!!! It was just several days ago when I have to throw out my cassette tapes of Dream Theater because they won’t play anymore and I’m wondering when I could buy CDs when I don’t have a job yet.

Grabe! Naknamputsa! DREAM THEATER rOcKs!!!!!!

This is the cover of their album, Falling Into Infinity, my most favorite amongst their fabulous, Rock-hard albums. Right now, I’m drowning myself in ecstasy, listening to “You Not Me”.

the pen that used to write
has plenty of ink
but cannot write;

the paper where words used to dwell
lazily, on its bed, lies
unoccupied;

poised over the paper
is the pen,
as if to say:
“Mark my words!”
but leaks only a smudge of trash,
some scratches that won’t match.

“can’t you do anything good?”
said the paper to the pen;

the Master is watching,
thinking,
he is feeling.

the paper got thrown out;
the pen left to leak to hollowness.

their Master walked away,
his occupation already gone.