Perhaps some of the readership may have heard of a Party Card game by the name of ‘Cards Against Humanity?‘ Where upon players fill in the ‘blank spaces’ using words or phrases that society may deem offensive, inappropriate or a little risqué. This takes me back to the time l had an interesting conversation with my English teacher about how each and every one of us can be as guilty as sin when it comes to our dark mind. That each man, woman and child at one point or another in their lives will experience dark thoughts, and it is only the self-contained amongst us, that do NOT take them further.
Writers on murder and horror genres have to conjure up their dark imagination to allow them to write at times heinous crimes and ghastly deeds. As a writer myself of/on a huge diverse spectrum, l find and found these conversations enlightening and they do make me think about how each of our minds can work at times. But equally ask someone who is suffering from depression, when the mind has broken – what on occasion their thoughts may be, it doesn’t make them evil or malignant – but our minds are complex and intricate and our imagination can at times run amok!
So what follows is in fact apt for the ‘A Touch of Madness‘ category it sits within….
Guilty as Sin
Darkly erotic thoughts and ideas,
Run through most minds,
Daily like mental diarrhoea,
Rinsing the brain till it shines!
Yet, the controlled intellect,
Never allows those thoughts,
To turn into an actual suspect!
Some of course … do become overwrought,
With the passion of purest fantasy,
Dreams of audacious nerve,
Relishing in deepest depravity,
Desiring nightmares that disturb!
How many wish to kill,
To sample the throes of the dying,
Screams of death and misery set to thrill,
Those minds not designed for crying,
Wishing to wallow in pools of another’s blood,
Drained from some poor hapless soul,
Fascination of watching life turn to crud,
Knowing that thoughtlessness is within you, whole,
Of the sickened mind riddled with sin,
Craving such debauchery,
Taken from unwilling skin,
And consumed like a mere bloody Mary!
Perhaps your choice of sinful pleasure,
Runs along into deeper recesses,
Of your hidden and closed obscure,
Mind, where upon it’s fuelled by undress,
Of the flesh, mind and spirit,
Roaming abstract thoughts not allowed,
To show themselves or visit,
And remain darkly covered beneath a shroud,
Of your rawest excitement,
Where your hands move without slowing,
Over another’s body with malicious intent,
Taking what is not yours to own!
Oh yes, the greatest fears known to man,
Where they stumble mentally through the day,
Overwhelmed by emotions they fail to understand,
But manage to sustain under control and never display,
Are those that are lived by the others,
But never us, for we are more self-contained,
For we live alone by the code of druthers,
And as a general ruling have been ingrained,
Into what is morally right, and not what is wrong,
But l smile to myself now, a knowing smile,
If these thoughts were not here, not strong,
Then how do sane minds write such vile?
Convince ourselves we do,
Easily at times,
That we are simply not capable,
Of such a disturbing mind,
Pretence and denial the foulest sins,
Of humanity to date,
Yet mankind has been,
The biggest sinner of late,
Murdering, raping, gambling away,
Kidnapping, torturing, killing with glee,
Each and every day,
Ignoring the begging imploring plea!
Oh yes, we are all sadly as guilty as sin!
And don’t you forget it!
Guy or Bloke, Your Choice