It’s not that the words were long forgotten,
Or were never to be found
The words were always available to me,
But I would hardly be around.

I kept with the power of suggestion,
I still dabble in my own obsession.

I still believe that I am a poet.
Though it is up to me to let you know it.

So you intend to cut me, with the sterile edge of a knife.
Or maybe you wish to do something that may end my life.
If you didn’t already know it, I am prepared to die.

If I die as a result of your hand,
I will be more powerful than anything you have ever known.
In life, I will receive pleasure in bringing you unparalleled pain
In death, I will await you, where you will feel pain that will be
Legendary even in hell

So I challenge you, if you doubt me, do it.
Then so begins my reign over you.
You will never feel pleasure again.
Strike me down.

With its sacred fruits and aphrodisiacs,
Not to be picked likely.

The early morning dew carefully caresses the earth,
Like the gentle touch of a man and a woman.

The full moon passes way to the rays of things to come.

My mind begins to focus – on a kaleidoscope world
Where colors blend and contrast into monumental shapes and designs
Where light is refracted from the center of the edge
And where sounds echo from Alpha to Omega.

Only then do I realize my inner being.

But is this the truth I seek – as I slide deeper into the hour glass.
The world becomes even more distorted as I become more philosophic
As airplanes stop in the middle of a trip
And candles burn faster than a speeding bullet
Which by the way just exploded into political debate
Infants die before they are old enough to cry
As disease spreads rampant through the sheets – a child is sold

This isn’t the world I seek – now I lay my mind to sleep
A dreamscape of the past psychedelic world
Where the masters of Lucy with the Sky of Diamonds made love not war

Uh Oh. Half a day is gone
My mind is becoming weary and old
It won’t be long until I may sleep with the night and fade yet
another day.

And as I climbed, my hands began to slip.
Something began to drip upon my hair,
I was shocked: Why did blood drip from up there?
Ahead was the top, there was one last grip.

All I could see at the top of the hill
Was a rotting corpse, there in front of me.
I dared not to move, for fear this could be.
Within the corpse, a rock had made the kill.

Due to fear, I dared not to hesitate,
I slipped and fell and followed this man’s fate.

I’m trying to escape the chains that bind,
But the chains are too strong.
Trying to escape, but I don’t,
For fear that the chains will tighten
And pull against the walls from within.

A sedative in reach, I try to obtain.
As I stumble to grasp relief,
The chains tighten.

My head feels as if it will implode;
The pain is unbearable.

Another attempt follows another failure;
The scars from the chains throb in my mind.
Pounding, pounding evermore