Untitled Ramblings

Love on a real train,

Like a tangerine dream,

Louis the fifteenth

Draped in moonlight sonata.

A bird in the air,

Flanked by fireflies,

Blanketed by the clouds.

Frenzied obsessions,

Built on untrue confessions,

Find the hidden meaning,

Hear the blind nun screaming,

Ready your swords,

Guitars playing power chords.

Madness is not taught,

Neither is it earned or bought,

Madness is inherited brilliance,

Gifts of generational passing,

Percolating without asking,

Trickling into your brain,

Permeating every fiber of your being,

Giving you sight without seeing,

Traveling a thousand miles a second,

Count from one to five, 

And see your imagination come alive.