DOPAMINE

...that we eat affection
and live in depression.

We live
our lives in a cubicle
and the gods
of this planet
reward us
with affection and depression.

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I have spoken to these walls
They tell me of the devil -
 his secrets and powers...
They say the devil is a man
A man inside a man,
That man is a devil
His own devil.
He calls evil, devil
He calls devil, evil
He is the Devil - you are the d(evil), or not.

©The Bestowed

the voices.
success. a valley.
in our heads.

we live in our heads
and sleep in our minds
after several lampoons
of drowsy imaginations.

we dream in our heads
and sleep with our feet
after several dunks
fascinating our thoughts.

the dreams.
success. an ocean.
in our heads.

we dream on.
to live;
our greatest challenge.

©The Bestowed

THE END

you wear pain in solitude
and come out wearing
 a cap of happiness.

you act comedy on stage
but you are a tragic hero
acting a misdirected role.

you know they know,
the foolish and the wise ones alike
that acting is what you do
and at the end of the play
your back is to the ground
your body, beneath the ground,
and your tiny brain, for happy insects.

©The Bestowed

At some point
We forget where we are
The world smiles at us
And we smile back.

An old man once said
"When a child gets a glimpse of heaven
He forgets there are better heavens.
And just like his forefathers
He shall forget to die
Before his death."

©The Bestowed

my friend is a sage
and I am not.
he tells me stories of destruction
and I sing to him the pleasures in destruction,
he talks of God
and I ask of the devil,
he writes of love
and I speak of envy.
my friend is a dreamer; a believer
I am a thinker; a conceiver.

my friend adores saints
and I don't believe they exist.
my friend hates evildoers
and I think they matter.

this world isn't for saints
or evildoers;
sanity is for those
in between.

©The Bestowed