Sweet Delusion

Sweet Delusion

You make my life possible
You give me visions
Of what can be
You take those dire predictions
And scatter them like dust over the Sea

You fill me with joy
And wash dread down the drain
Some call you spin
Some call you pretend
I call you friend Insane

Rabid Poet

Wind, The Only Sound

"Wind, The Only Sound"

Where we go
Not for us to know
On our quest
For our own show

Complexities abound
Arranged to our hope
Misunderstood consequences
Approaching the slope

There will come a time
When we are no more
Green leaves will abound
Wind the only sound

Rabid Poet