ARA's blog: "poetry"

Under my hat I have thoughts Things kept to me Things that scare me Things that drive me Untold things Unreal things Every moment is a question Every thought an puzzle Red splashes and car crashes As the mind smashes And thoughts clash Been told I am not so sane But what is sane? Is it swallowing the tripe Our society spews upon us? How can that be sanity It's full of disdain and hate Sex and darkness All for the mighty gold coin So that we might Buy some other useless toy Grappling with the darkness The blood The hate The unruly Thoughts It all haunts And twists And hits deep What will this reap