There’s a message in the madness

utter sadness

crystal tears form gleaming paths of the bleeding hearts of artists
where ages of fearless voices echo in words
spray painted upon subway sedimentary rock

the message is the madness

the howling rabid dogs as humans
running virile and naked
down city streets
yielding tear gas masks and vinegar soaked
handkerchiefs

the bullets hurt when they hit the skin
piercing within
the gentle flesh that God made

why are we insane?

humanity please
drop to your knees
we are a species diseased

The madness is the mind

too much shouting
not speaking
not enough thinking
or reaching
the masses of millions
of people
that still live in fear
of technology and TV

please let us
back space

NO!
we need to keep going

i am confused
again

messages are madness

they run through my brain day and night
no control over this
new age proto type
a simultaneous regeneration
of neurons attempting to escape
back to a time

when life was good

we are history books

that is the madness
that is the message

so speak
stand
smile
fight
hug
love
cry
sleep
wake up
wake up
wake up

please
wake up

wake up

please
wake up.