Welcome to the Kingdom of Madness…Looking through angel eyes, my devil tail swayed to the ebb and flow of the rhythm of the night. A rider of destiny I am probably meant to die a lonely man in some cheap hotel room but I am not afraid of death, nor to die a lonely man, I have tasted more of life than most can fathom always the poor man drinking from the golden cup. I have acknowledged those hazy visions of the future. Kicked in the balls by insignificance only to smile, the bullet of mediocrity bouncing off my chest, I refuse to believe life is bigger than I am. I am my thoughts, and thoughts are my world, ever changing with the stroke of my hand. I believe it is possible to put poetry in motion, building a world out of imagination you shape and mold that which surrounds you. Life is as we perceive it to be, and in the chaos of it all I have found a way to smile when most would be on their knees.
I awoke this morning to feed upon a plate of ham, eggs and a promise to re-write the “Grinch Who Stole Christmas†ensuring that the bastard finishes the job this time. By noon I had sadistically beaten the King of Shenanigans into a bloody pulp and claimed his crown. With the stroke of midnight I would meet the Queen of Hearts and eat hers, welcome to the belly of the beast bitch! Oh yes, I am dancing now! Not some pathetic little shuffle, but shaking ass and clicking heels in such a way that would send the Lord of Dance looking for lessons. Fuck Kansas Toto, I want to experience it all. Make no doubts about it, something is happening here. Plucked from the darkness or plunged into it, I haven’t concluded which yet, my tolerance is floating somewhere with yesterdays wind. Here I am battered, beaten, a rainbow of bruises and still kicking ass but I still have an hour to kill; one minute to hear your theories on life and fifty-nine minutes to mock them. I refuse to let body fall into grave, my last words to pierce mortal air being “What if?†A mile from heaven, two steps outside hell I can smile because I have never given up or given in to that which other people believe to be right and when my time comes although I may not have the worldly possessions of a king, I shall rest with them for the thoughts in my head are not that of a mortal man.
Somehow I seem to have convinced myself that if the sky were to fall I would stand painting pictures with the stars. Superhero or cockroach…you decide, either way probably makes little difference to me.
