Paranoia
tossing, disturbed and warm in a disheveled bed
your mind is inching towards a locked chest
within it resides the tome, don’t read the tome.
Your eyes dart open wide, you’ve seen what lies
it’s dark, just too dark
what hides beyond the veil of shadows
black on black, blots of ink become dark gods
there to destroy you, ink blot deities that loath you.
You’re fleeing, into the sliver moon lit room
where shadows dance in corners
corners where dark gods lie and wait
for you to near and meet your twisted fate.
LIGHT!
your mind is shrieking for light, a switch, a lighter
instantaneous thoughts of fire, burn the shades away
engulf the venue in which you all play.
Compromise. you’ll just flip every switch,
light every bulb you know, drive the shadows away
allowing you to flee.
Except monsters come regardless, twisted versions
mimics of love come to tear you down, watch you bleed
you must defend from these false dreams.
blood swirling, brain boiling.
you stand above your wife, your family, yourself
cut and torn, life shorn, and death born.
10/24/25 – Andy McRae
Month: October 2025
Best Left
Best Left
Once upon a time, I pondered cosmic origins
the divine, beyond my perceivable realm
deep it dwells in the depths of the unknown.
Beyond that veil, do horrors tear at the minds that dare
tread past the safeguards natural law placed
madness born of knowledge, a true lucid insanity
to perceive the dimensions hidden amongst space
to unlock this momentarily lasts until cloaked in death
your eyes doomed to see into realms forgotten
lands of bizarre, caramel and dust.
I pondered these cosmic origins
my reality aches from the burden
hurts from the terror, the dive,
into the forgotten and best left,
we thought had died.
10/21/25 - Andy McRae
As of Yet, Untitled
this morning I lie
along the threshold between two realities.
each cast, a vivid painting of my perceptions
yet differ in their laws.
on the fence of thaw
watching each a flaw
pain as I watch the dawn
my shadows wane
memories but a stain
my sober mind slain
thoughts never settle
in this hollow domain
she is always gone
by day she has faded away
along with the joy felt
the misery crept
from lacking
we wept
time ever onwards we trial
new faces, same utter denial
words bereft of need
so in silence we proceed
this going she sinned
no ill but that of others cast
like demons they hound
with a holy right they smite
the love, it fleets, yet never dwindles
as she flees, I cry out in anguish
muddled are the waters for time
I awaken from this in need
to begin a journey, to discover
a love torn away by the ill
those who passby to judge
based on not but misbelieve.
through realms of irrational
the vivid worlds i walk
with every cycle it permutes
into a slight variation
but the mission remains
I digress. I awaken in distress.
I feel it as the sands slip so easily
from my hands as time does pass
her face is gone, her illness faded
all i have is that notion of love
and images of a haunted chase.
ill of this plane, of the utterly mundane.
I frown and begin a day.
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