Candid Thoughts (free style, done around a year ago)

Never was there a more opportune time than...
the tale of such woe as the heroic Figaro
played by the actress known as Me
sung to the tune of: "Being me, Don't be Shy" . . . .

If you hide who you are, you'll always have a hard time of it. Why would you put on another face,
or record another voice to be your representative? Because you don't think you're good enough. Fragment shell of a person that you have trouble even around those close to you? Rare bird. An unclear colored word. Perhaps feeling frustrated over not expressing yourself well is just something you do. You set the standards too high. You're destined to fail. So why don't you choose a piece and move to another square? Oh, it's because your fear has you frozen. You're not going anywhere.

Bitter Rantings 
of one spiraling down into madness... (someone please take the gun!!)

Idiots all. Materialistic fools. They're talking about their iphones and ipads, while I'm missing teeth. They sit in the next cube over..and they think mine is vacant...I have stakes ready and criteria at hand for my own personal "witch" hunt. Burn all the thoughtless!! It's not fair that they have and I don't...So I'll take, even from those not at fault. It's my turn now. "Good to see you"... Like you care. I'll see you tomorrow when you've forgotten I'm there.

Scared of Your Eyes

I'm scared. Scared of the future.
Scared of your eyes...your face, your voice, your lies.
Your words...I'm scared you'll try to control me again.
I'm scared to tell you what's on my heart.
Scared to become old, to try new things...scared of sin.

I'm terrified that I don't have enough...that I won't be enough.
When things around me spiral out of my control,
my heart drowns in anxiety and the pain takes a toll.

I feel like Ichibad and the headless horseman all put together
careening at breakneck speed toward a cliff.
With a fiendish, insane grin, I breathlessly scream the magic words
but the deranged horses relentlessly pull me ever forward,
as I remain stiff, toward the brink of disaster.

Scared to live, scared to die.
Scared to breath, scared to cry.
I know I must leave this stagnant place,
but I'm afraid I might have to once again see your face.

Scarecrow's Eye Closes

If you can see me with your clown eyes,
then you've seen too much.
Late night in terror, whore of emotion,
glutton to melancholy
Wistful, dewy candles have caught my
Scarecrow's Eye.
My side aches from where it was taken
they didn't replace it.
What am I to do now?
It waits by my bed side...

Bent People & Their Hunched Views

The bent people have a hunched view.
Exotic flower...commonized
Theory of spilt milk canaanized
View from the sky over the Bermuda Triangle
foggy...as it clears...

Giving to Caesar

A rose for the Mad Hatter
A tulip for the hare
A pansy for mirror dwellers everywhere.
Posies for the departed
Tuppence for the birds
Homage must be paid
Not just with mere words.
Drumming the kettle drum
Make them march to the beat
Devil's fiddle, Angel's harp,
The puppet's market place discreet.

Follow your sign
You won't get lost
A label at any cost
Is better than moldy bread
In the basket.
If life is stale and too scattered
Here's the casket
For fallen dreams that never mattered.