Invasion

Demons of thought
the dark talons that push me
towards the edge of insanity
twisted tensions of torment
claiming existence denying life
as I walk alone in the dark.

Blinded eyes cannot see
the shards of hope that shimmer in sunlight
while the spirit lies dying
like the spent skeletons of leaves in winter
there is no shelter from the northern winds
as they take me
to walk alone in the dark.

Eternal sleep beckons
and I seek it
as resistance floats like silken fabric
that gently swirls to the ground
caressing my feet
as I walk alone in the dark.

© J Farmer 2013

Therapy

Help me find a way out of this
life of imprisonment
the cage with no bars
that is my body
release me from the pain
and sorrow of looking in the mirror
be my light in the dark
but do not rush me
teach me patience when I move too fast
hear my cry and see me smile
take me on the journey to me

© J Farmer 2013

Mental Warfare

Texte: Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth – Virginia Woolf

Two great forces armed with destruction 

battle within subconscious thought

intimate and intense implosions

of sensory perception

an awareness as nothing remains 

as it first appears on that distant horizon

but mortality rests with the enemy

lagging behind in the past that refuses 

to relinquish its prisoners 

captured in the normality of days gone by

yet truth can only speak

when all else has let go.

© J Farmer 2013

Brainstorm

Thought clouds drift as mentally strange
Enchantments found a crazy dream
Affections swiftly rearrange
Raptures of delirium’s scream
Moonstruck emotion lost in words
It’s passion with all its screws loose
Infatuated; fly like birds
As senses yield in ways obtuse
Fantasies speed around the bend
They’re coming to take me away
It’s too far gone for them to mend
On just another crazy day.

© J Farmer 2013

Notes:

Prompt:  Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen

Form: Alternating rhyme, Tetrameter