Time, Space and Politics: Schizophrenic Non-Existance [ i ]

Huzzah, another concept series! Yeah...shush. I got nothin' else to do and I am inspired. By more than just Doctor Who (shock, horror) and stuffs like 'The Crucible' and...stuff. Enjoy!

Time, Space and Politics: Schizophrenic Non-Existance [ i ]

I never existed.

I lived in an ethereal realm of
long sleeves to cover the literature of scars
carved into cotton-wool arms and
worship of a non-existent God and Satan.

It amuses me, sometimes.
To see their hypocrisy so easily expressed
and their emotions so bitterly suppressed into
factitious parades and celebrations of their lord
and master - sex gone sour.

The Bible and The Koran seem to hate each other
and yet; and yet they are the one and same.

I wrap my mortal, greasy hair in a black
cap and I hide it from all view. Embarrassment
of my hands; of my hair and my white
virginal skin sticks in the throats of the state
like a fishbone or shard of stained glass.

I am an equilibrium of a succubus and seraphim.
When will these mortals realise?

That their Heavenly father is in allegiance with his hellbitch
and despises our government?

A finger-nail shape in the O-zone layer
and the Doomsday clock is ever nigh.

You are doomed, you are soon dead,
not I. I do not exist and I never did;
according to your leaders.

Yes, those mistakes in fine suits
that dictates your lives with a monarchical whim
and an hidden agenda to bring destruction
to you all. They gamble with your lives and souls
like chips in a sleazy casino and you allow, you submit!

They rape you so easily and you almost permit.
Do not assume that I am aiming this at a particular person.
Every politician is the same. Grey, so grey yet their
hearts so empty and void, beyond black.

I am Schizophrenia.
I crawl into the white-marbled homes of the
dancing mistresses and masters and
dominate so pathetically in those
sand-built houses condemned to stand and not fall.

They say that insanity is weakness that you succumb
because there is a fault in your mind.

Oh! Liars!

Insanity is the mark of true humanity.

The way I can actually read you poetry all the way through practically without breathing is freaky. But of course it's for good reason.

How you express your ideas is absolutely amazing and your metaphors are never the same. So yay, beautiful job!

I remember I tried writing a concept series - I reached the fifth part and then I just lost inspiration; I'll have to try again some time.

I love how passionately you write, and I just adore how you actively describe yourself as an object or concept. I agree with Panda, your metaphors are never the same and their always beautiful.

I can't wait to read more of the series.