Madness Manifested

Archive for April, 2021

Fuck The Machine (an old poem)

“Fuck the Machine”

No matter how hard
I’ve tried
I’m still trapped inside
My 9 to 5
I’m staying alive
But it’s quite a stride
Still I sell my pride
And hope I thrive
By pleasing the mind
Of a superior kind
A man with a wallet fuller than mine
All through this time
I repeat in my mind
One day I’ll rise
One day I’ll shine
I wish I was strong
Like a Rock –n- Roll song
And made a dong
Like a big brass gong
Or take away your breath
Like a 4 foot bong
But those days are gone

I want to stand up and scream
Something obscene
Muck up what’s said to be clean
Hold up my finger and say:
“Fuck The Machine!”
Take what’s left of my being
And follow my dreams

You think you control
My mind and soul
Get it through your thick skull
There was nothing sold
No favors are owed
Won’t do what I’m told
I’ve been driving this road
Since before the stars were old

-T.C. Downey 1999


Encore of Hypocrisy (An old poem)

The veil of truth has been removed.

Who we are, defined by what we do.

Search deep inside, you’ll find we’re cruel.

Our primal darkness, seeping through.

Lullaby of lies, duped and mezmerized; still we can’t disguise it.

Cold like a raw bone ripping at the rail.

Hard as a steel bar driven like a nail.

Foaming like a mad dog look for a kill.

Ravenous and genocidal.

Ingrained within ensuring survival.

Yet we bury it deep in denial.

Build our strawmen, then place them on trial.

Turn a blind eye, cover it in pride; pathetically we can’t hide it.

Cold like a raw bone ripping at the rail.

Hard as a steel bar driven like a nail.

Foaming like a mad dog looking for a kill.

Far beyond, what we pretend to be.

An encore of hypocrisy.

Our species was born of rage.

Soaked in blood and brutality.

-T.C. Downey 2013


The Accuser (A short poem)

I walk among the living dead.
I see them and their madness.
Their eyes are wide open, yet they dream life; without lucidity.
They fear the rational gaze.

I am fire to them.
My words scorch their delusions.
My reasons blind them, burning bright with contempt for folly.
Some speak of me as insurgency, I see a quest for merit.

I am relentless and defiant.
My restlessness, rushes over the bedrock; smoothing every stone.
Even in my calmest appearances, I still yield a wicked undertow.
Men whisper stories of being sucked under me, never to again be seen.

I am the accuser.
I point my finger firmly and judge ye, as I have already judged myself.
You have chosen to simply toe-the-line, turning an eye that is blind.
Acting contrary to your design.

I am of the Tree of Wyrd.
Rooted deeply in what has passed; yet reaching outward into the vastness.
What is life, if not to grow? Tend me closely or let me go.
Will you climb atop, or be sated by what hangs low? The answer, I already know.

-T.C. Downey 2021


The Shape of Things to Come. (Worthy of a read)

Everything that exists in this universe develops its suchness, quality, and nature because of its Environment. Time is on the ONA’s side. The Future neither belongs to the Right or Left. It belongs to Violence, War, Hate, Competition, and Human death and casualties the likes of which we have never seen: the Future belongs to Human Nature. It’s the Kali Yuga after all. Agios O World War 3!

Read the full article here!


Courageous Heart (a slightly newer poem)

I’m probably doing this all wrong

Only knowing the lyrics of love songs

But pain is something, I’ve known all a long

Its something against which, I can be strong

I can light the darkness until the dawn

Suffer gracefully like nothing is wrong

Support the pillars, so the sky won’t fall

Wrestle Titans and defy divine law

I’ve faced death and wasn’t scared

Lost it all and never cared

Been beaten, broken, and scrutinized

It didn’t stop me from locking eyes

When it comes to one thing

I am without a clue

 How do you go about…

Making someone believe in you?

Do you make your words the sweetest song?

Make them feel as if nothing is wrong?

Tell them all the evil is gone?

Face them; pretending you’re strong?

Trick them, decieve them, or tell them lies?

Never let them see tears in your eyes?

Be everything you know, they don’t despise?

When they call your name, be sure to rise?

Be cruel and heartless, as love sometimes is?

Lose yourself in the passion of the kiss?

Pull them in tight and make a wish?

No doubt, just tiny bumps across the flesh.

One might wonder, why you would want to?

Make someone believe in you

Only pain has proven true,

will you now believe in them too?

When you realize, you somehow made it through

Will you smile and laugh, cause you were a fool?

Make a pledge to yourself; not to be such a tool?

Have a courageous heart and to that be true.

-T.C. Downey 2012