Trivicides Eye

Welcome! New friend! Welcome to a fantasy fun-land!

Come with me to the center of a mad mans, mind-eye;

Our journey begins in this fun house!

The hallways have randomly allocated mines;

Would you care for a cup of tea or a slice of carrot cake?

Served to you by a manic mime!


Stay for a game of cards, please relax and take your time.

you’re only gambling with your life, afterwards;

On wards to the gazebo that over looks a herd of three headed buffalo,

sometimes they speak of the kind of things, no beast should know.

We can get high while they mumble about down below,

Sanity is over-rated anyways, so lets get comatose,

then ride the roller coaster with the angels and the ghosts.


The longer you stay the better you see them,

The more you lose your mind, the more they look like demons,

’till you either see Jesus and beg to be forgiven; or you’re consumed by bitterness

and then sat before Satan, listening to his welcoming sermon.


Well I discern, it’s about that time, it’s getting late,

if you’d like to see more, come back tomorrow between noon and eight,

as you fall asleep tonight, keep in mind,

the center of you – is found somewhere between love and hate.






I had to watch all my pain staking effort  fade like a 1930’s photo;

and no one will ever know what it meant to me to see you… finally!

And I marveled the moment My mind finaly unraveled;

And finally accepted that the universal truth does exist;


it’s just a phase;

its just the drugs;

its just the sauce and bitches;

the bed bug itches;

and if you were me in sure you’d be just as insane!

lay no claims to my name; let the shit talkers lay their ill guided blames;

let the little shit talkers play their games;

I may be on fire….  but im not the one going up in flames!


Speak what you think of life and it will never be what you wish;

for a kiss – you will dismiss all logic – she’s a cocain, meth – gin N tonic!

Super stoner chronic – smoking blue berry god kush!

give her a push – and put the money in her hand;

surrender all of Eden and, –  your – self – indulgent -eternity!; like a man!


I think of sometimes taking command and showing the world a sight –

they weren’t built to understand!

And I’m sure when they finally see – they made me snap!

I’M sure last they will finally give a good god damn!


it’s just a phase;

its just the drugs;

its just the sauce and bitches;

the bed bug itches;

and if you were me in sure you’d be just as insane!

lay no claims to my name; let the shit talkers lay their ill guided blames;

let the little shit talkers play their games;

I may be on fire….  but im not the one going up in flames!





Rising from the depths of my soul,

The madness of a thousand memories,

The repressed violent outbusrts,

Manfesting their own voice and personality,

And now theyre all screaming inside of me!
We’ve sold the lie,

For the small price

Of my sanity.

I guess my doctor was right

Ill never fit into society.
Infact I might as well play the part,

Keep in mind as you verbally judge me, 

I could easily stop holding back and let my dark side rip you apart.

Im too smart, to fall apart,

For the satisfaction of the faction of ignorant invalids

Spewing mindless shit, without batting an eyelid.
I feel my inner demons twitch and I feel the itch,

To carve you up and make the onlookers sick.

Youre too old and slow, and my minds to quick,

Ill let this slight slip, but next time you best get a grip quick,

Or else,
Or else!

Ill realease my demons and give you the reality check

A small minded, white picket fence – normal life dunce

Should get! Ill sever your ties to what you call reality,
Youll be one to regret,

One to never ever forget,

What it means to lean 

Face to face with a man,

Whos mastered mean.

Dark Hatter

I’ve been chasing dragons 

Down rabbit holes again,

Following a mad man,

Chasing that high, 

Now I’m Coming down the mountain,
I’ve been lost, four days now

Trying to follow the light

But in no longer matters what direction

The sun sets or rises in, 

I’ve been walking at night,

Trying to recreate my reality

Just a few more days and I’ll be climbing

That mountain again, chasing that high,

Trying to escape my reality –

Running away from what bothers me.
And when I finally reached the peak

A brother of the hood, turned to me and 

Asked what is real to you? 

And I had a million answers at once and I began to 

Alomost list them all starting with the fact that 

I am real but then cut myself off and 

Said no, not recently but I try to be….
So then,  I said slowly,

What is really real to me? And every soul I know?

Problems are real, we all suffer from problems,

Stemming from impulse choices based on our dark pasts 

Or opinions of others trying to manipulate us into 

Something they can use to benefit themselves, 

And then I told him society was no better!

Because all they want is to sell you junk to become somebody!

And when you got no money you are a nobody!

And suddenly I realized 

 I was talking talking to myself…

No one was listening…

Dinner and a Show

Rambling gibberish to humming wishes,
A symphony of frogs prepare a vile dish.

Hell paints it’s self-pink with girlie glitter,
To torture a quitter who believed he was fitter.

Fairy tales are pure evil and breed badness.
For evil is innocence and ignorance, making madness.

Slow cooked, honey-ginger ribs make a lovely meal.
Since when does smacking on bone and flesh not appeal?

Humming wishes to rambling gibberish,
A vile dish presents a symphony of frogs

The Shadow

You hardly survived as you

slipped through the black hole,

and made it to the other side,

but it wasn’t what you thought it was going to be.


No escape – just more empty black space,

further fragmenting your mentality –

You’re splitting in half again,

while everything around you merges together

and draws in close – then closer.


It’s getting harder to think straight,

I’ve not been sleeping well.

It’s getting harder to tell the difference

between what is in my head – and what’s actually happening;

What’s real and what I’m just imagining.


The shadows are moving and I’m not dreaming,

I think I’ve broken my mind and hallucinating;

The voices converse about the things

I’ve been avoiding – every thing is crashing in

and I feel like the whole universe is watching….

The Mime

Stop! Stop the impulse,

the twitch – twitch – twitching.

Kill the anxiety –

The anxiety  welling up,

Well up in me!

The stress I suppress

the best I can!

but its grown claws

and taken over my hands!

Rip, rip, ripping, at my inner man!

the best I can

grown claws

taken over my hands

tearing me to shit!

tearing me to shit!

Rip, rip, rip!

Grab the duct tape!

Quick quick quick!

The beast is trying to escape!

At my eyes it scrapes! scrapes, scrapes…

Through me it gapes,

its looking through me,

what am I supposed to do?

Can you still see me?

Can  you! If you can!


help me get a grip.

Help me not to slip

further into insanity .

I am slipping into reality

I am still twitching involuntarily,

Kill the anxiety!

Stop the impulse!

Please kill me!

Please kill the impulse!

Pleeease set me freee!