The Not So Silent Film

My head hums loudly
Like power surging through old cords
So loud, I feel
Everyone can hear it
As I walk by
My thoughts are a current
Forever flowing rapidly
Through my head
Sorting and filing
Sorting and filing
Sorting and filing
I can never seem to
Sift through my thoughts
Enough to clear them out
They surge
They thrive
They throb
and pulsate
Sleep
The only break I get
Delayed by the avalanche of
Images
Voices
Scenarios
...people
I long for sleep
I long for rest
I long for calmer days
I long for relaxing nights
My former being
Is nested inside of myself
Wondering why it's there
Trying to break through
Layers of self piled
Garbage
24 hours of chaos
Loop over and over
...and over
...and over
...and over
...and . . .

Wealth & Beauty

Here they stand

Portraits

Framed for a brief moment in time

Smiling

Laughing

Flying through life

On paper airplanes

Seeing only what few see

Secrets carrying them

From one port

To another

They wave from their paper boats

Flashing smiles

And cameras

Creating shadows that grows in darkness each day

Names adorn their bodies

Like badges of honor

Plastering their bodies

From breast to backside

Their former selves 

Littering the carpets

While the world grasps

To get a taste of what they have

They surround everyone

But only see themselves

Failing to realize

From the shadows

We see everything