Philosophistry

When making meaning, it's good to know
               What you think.
It helps to tell delusion and grandeur
                             from façade and fact

I try to make it easy by dividing my/self in two
                           Writer & Person
The brain self defeating--
                           Self & The Character,
                                                                        I become.

                     Pretending that things are okay,
Tendencies to toss and turn in the quiet of the night return.
All those fifteen minute intervals of dream before I wake
and scream,
Live in my memory the way scars have stayed with my skin.
They aren't deep or painful anymore, but then again
When are most things.

The idea that most things just are
                                                              Is hard to swallow

                      When crisp notes of music
Teach me otherwise
I decide to play pretend

Spirits, ghosts, phantoms -
A guiding hand of cool breeze
                                                               takes hold of your palm.

Why pass up a chance to meet my maker early?