Countless thoughts,
streaming, screaming within the mind
Each a bit maniacal,
never substance do you find
Lost within you always seem,
taunted by the crumbs left behind
Thoughts without discipline,
upon them must come action
Knowing the theory,
"for every action a reaction"
Wavering you, the master
control gone in contraction
A master gone mad you laugh,
god to your own fate
Pushing harder and faster,
Personal misery begins to escalate
Martyr unto self,
sanity further to decimate
The cycle continues,
each day as the one before
Never in sight a victor,
sanity confident to implore
In the end the facade,
insanity gone, forever more
(c)2005
~Nikki~
i prefer the madness of the muse
good write
john+
Very well written. There's a little madness in all of us.
I salute You, Poet!
Thank You for posting “Template To Insanity, Reality”.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
excellent poem ...
Lots, lots, lots of Love&Light*
Alexandra*
Love & Light,
Joseph
Much truth said in these lines.
Eye like the pic..
I believe that is true, Nikki, and a very good piece.
Welcome back!!
Love Tinka
All in all, this is good work.
Love,
Eileen
Sage