Tunnel Vision

Survival, will overcome my tranquil ways
When the herd has scattered
At the ramble of a gun

Through a narrow line of sight
I will stumble enthused,
By the reddened hands
Of untimely death

I’ll be wielded by instinct
Until I’m brought low by grief
Cursing, the prey
That shivers from within

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A Traveler Through Bedlam

I have to lose my bearings
Every once in a while
Underneath, the fatherly scowl of the moon

To burn from the inside out
As anarchy defiles my blood
And I dance with elation
Again and again

Tonight, I will join the afflicted
In their final, jubilant voyage
Listing in the tide

Before we upchuck
The dizzying sprawl of a paradise lost
In the motherly rays
Of clarity and shame

Shape-Shifting Paths

Gone, is the boy of age twelve
Who strode too far
Into the glowering mist

Present, is his fateful journey
That has veered into mayhem,
And forever out of tune
With the chorus of his time

Now I must depart from today
In the mask of a stranger
Enthralled
By a new-found
Blood-red horizon

Sunbathed Illusions

A chorus of sunlight pours
And I soar on the fragile wings
Of a tattered and ghostly dream

It slips
Further, into gravity’s reign each day
Then the night levels me
And sends passion astray

Still I cling to its labor
While braced for the earth
For the seas of ink,
Our hurried demise shall birth

Mind’s Prey – Author Markus Fleischmann

Creative Talents Unleashed

I can feel it

Crawling in my head

Like a spider in a can

Weaving a web

A trap

Capturing the light

I once had

I can sense it

In my veins

Like Vernon

Slowly driving me insane

Regret

Shame

Self-blame

My thoughts are no longer

The same

It sneaks in my dreams

Silently screams

My thoughts turned

Into delusions

Emotions become illusions

I can feel it

Slithering inside

My sanity has no place

Left to hide

It gnaws

Scratches and bites

Day and night

I’m afraid to speak

For in my words it creeps

Tortures me as I sleep

It won’t stop until

I bleed

Cut deep meaning to

Set it free

I can feel it

Inside of me

My soul cries

It pleads

I can feel it

See it….

©  Markus Fleischmann

Excerpt form the book “I Have A Name”


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