The Poet's Mind Field

Counting the number of tiles in the bathroom, up and down the world, fourteen steps at a time, one by one, trying to keep a deal with God. Madness in a closet, whispers against the howling of the winds, a nightmare in technocolor, a flashing of a movie, tearing me apart, ripping my soul from the grime reality. The idiots are walking around, like zombies on crack, yelling out, screaming out, I hide away from the madness, the voices inside my head, making me want to scream out, to poke out my mind. Races on the ice field, come on, run with me, to fear not the trial but the outcome, the greatest murder is the murder of the soul, to murder oneself, by the hammers of their own words, against the steel, against the blade of self-doubt. Making a deal, with Hell, running up that hill, bottom near the top, flipped, someone threw me a shovel and told me to start digging when I thought I had hit bottom. Nowhere near bottom, been there before, running down the wrong side, laughing a...

- THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ATOM BOMB -  CHAPTER ONE WE ARE SAVED IN THE BURST OF THE SPLITTING OF THE ATOM A ND ALL GOD'S CREATURES CAME TO WORSHIP AT THE GREAT IDOL THAT WAS LEFT BY THE OLD ONES, TO SAY ONTO IT, ALL PRAISE BE TO THE BOMB, ALL PRAISE TO THE ATOM, IN ITS WISDOM, WE WERE GIVING PEACE, WHEN THERE WAS ONLY WAR, GIVING HOPE, WHEN THERE WAS ONLY DREAD, THANK YOU O BLESSED ATOM BOMB, LET US PRAY, TO ITS DIVINE LOVE, ITS WARMTH, TO STRIKE DOWN THOSE ENEMIES OF US, LEAVING ONLY FRIENDS. THE BOMB DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE, NOR CHOOSE SIDES, IT IS THAT PERFECT GOD, A PERFECT BEING, A WARMTH OF TEN MILLION SUNS EXPLODING AS ONE, TO DRIVE AWAY IMPERFECTIONS FROM THE WORLD FROM WHICH IT IS DROPPED, IT IS THE ALPHA, AND IT IS THE OMEGA, A PERFECT GOD, IN AN IMPERFECT WORLD. THE ATOM BOMB JUDGES NOT, IT REVEALS THE TRUTH OF ALL BEHIND THEIR MASKS THEY WEAR, NO TRUTH CAN BE HIDDEN, NO LIES BE TOLD, IN THE LIGHT OF THE GREAT BOMB, ALL HAIL THE ATOM BOMB, MAY I...