forget me now, and forever be it so
that you may have some outstretched hand
a tongue's tip wrapped around the
sorry mix of dull little letters that
scrape our sounds and make a name.

free me from your memories
of times impressed upon you deep
to have some recollection of
the thoughts you have of me.

release me from your
monstrous gaze, i beg of you to let it be;
the flight of love decays of days
and harmony begs of you and me

madness

of some madness I
to some degree
and to say that I am mad
is to say that you agree
when is it that you recognize some
maddening mess within me?
perhaps it borne as you asked yourself
am I mad, or isn't he?

proven

remember, my sons, when the world turns black,
the faces of those who have looked upon the triumph of a
fallacy gone flat. and
when to scoff at proposals
of such a motion
would not betray such subtle notions,
beware, beware:
the lofty pride of presumptuous fools will
bring about the rushing ground
as kingdoms crumble their own weight
beneath the air they once surround