On a train
Heard man splain
Female brain
Such a strain
Long refrain
Total pain
Real cross grain
Just a stain
Up stood Jane
Made it plain
Straight explain
To contain
His campaign
In wrong vein
Not his lane
Just insane
The distance between a genius
And insane -- one without focus
(And not so hard to guess),
Is gauged just by success,
One boards, the ‘ther misses the bus.
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Happenings |21.09.2025| humour, USA
Note: Trump likes to be known as a genius negotiator. Okay, give him the credit (he seems so desperate). But then comes to my mind Bruce Feuerstein who said: The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success. One boards the bus and the other misses, as this ditty says. In matters of punitive tariff on Indian exports, Trump seems to have missed the bus.
The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane.
~ Nikola Tesla
nights are dark and long
and those who come only
to wheedle
me into eating, or drinking, or brushing my hair
coddle and coo
yet bear knife and needle
to prepare my mind to sleep and rest
no, not to rest, to forget - they come and spiel
dogmatic scientific credal
Mothers don't let your children
grow up to be soldiers
and march off to battle
without remorse or of course
a thought of regret
to get in the way
boys playing follow the leader
'We're only following orders'
the young may say
yet greed and stupidity
is the name of the game
either for land or in God's name
history has taught nothing
on judging it seems
and trudging behind the herd
in a word
it's 'insane'
but what if the Generals held a war
and on the day
nobody came
You may say I'm crazy
but as it takes one to know one
do you have what I've got
if I am are you too
and am I nuts to think I'm not
the shrink he's not telling
despite all my yelling
he only asks how it makes me feel
it's quite a strain on the brain
is he really and truly for real
then again if I'm insane
as the earth is bipolar
it's no wonder
there are so many weirdos and whackos
in a world torn asunder
at least I'm not alone
I think you'll find
it can't be overstated it's overrated
sanity
it's all in the mind
They were my gentile friends, ones I could count on
They stood by me when times were tough
A pep talk here, a couch to sleep on there
They kept me from falling through cracks
Year after year, we shared the cheers and the tears
Patient as saints, they helped me conquer my fears…
Until October 7, ’23, the day 1,200 of my Jewish brethren were slain
They felt I was to blame ~ though it was they’d gone insane
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On October 7, 2023, Hamas radicals and 'ordinary Palestinians,'
along with some UNRWA workers, murdered 1,200 people in Is-
rael, almost all of them Jews. (A significant number of Israelis
were raped and burned alive as well.) Hamas also took about
240 people hostage. About 50 of those hostages are still be-
ing held in captivity by Hamas today, over 600 days later.
P.S. How can I, who have lived in Chicago since 1979, be to
blame for Hamas/Palestinians murdering, raping, burn-
ing and kidnappings Israelis on October 7, 2023?!
I'm not insane.
I swear to God, I just wanted to help her.
To reach out and save her.
I grabbed her, to urge her to move.
That's when I recognized the terror on her face.
She was scared, just like me. I didn't like that.
Don't be scared.
I'm just trying to help.
"P-please...don't."
I sighed as she stammered out those words when I held her hand gently.
I know.
I'm not going to hurt you. Stop begging.
I hate it.
A few moments later, I calmed her down, hugging her body as I lulled her to sleep.
She must be so exhausted from all that running she did.
Poor little thing.
As I pulled her close, to warm her cold body, I felt a bit uncomfortable, as I felt something sharp against my chest.
So, I pulled the knife out of her heart and wiped off the blood.
She'll be able to relax now.
The thought of losing you has left me insane.
The idea of you not being in my life has made me weak.
I know distance and time has blocked us,
but not at one time have I not thought of you.
I love you.
I'm losing it
All of me is fading away
My good heart
Strong mind
My sense
Because people ain't getting it
People's actions driving me insane.
The world
Making me crazy
Many are so lazy
Hurting another
To be happy
Betraying each other
For temporary substance.
How do you feel?
When it's not you
It amuse you
Making you better
When it's you!
It Breaks you
Leaving you bitter.
To get pay
You must go
Through things
Things we face
Just for the pay
Things we can't say
Things that almost drive us insane.
So many
Pains and shame
We faced
But unable to tame us
We're always resilient
Onward and forward
Until we succeed.
Good life
Our destination
Never settled
For anything
But the best.
It tarnishes the void we try to fill,
life on Earth gives need for it still,
harder we work the faster we fade,
calloused existence isn't something we evade,
given fuel by what we think we need,
desire, hunger, thirst; it's name is Greed,
sour taste with a resonance of mold,
pockets never fill with warmth only cold,
try and try again you''ll never get past this sin,
insane because it ends and you then ask "Where to begin?"
Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Your walls hum with despair,
In echoes carved by silent screams,
A piece of me is there.
A shard of light, a tethered flame,
Clings to what I used to be,
But shadows rise with grasping hands,
And plead to set it free.
Oh asylum, cruel and kind,
Guard my soul; let it rest,
For if I lose this fractured mind,
Perhaps I’ll find my best.
Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Your corridors twist and bind,
A labyrinth where whispers crawl,
And pieces of me unwind.
I teeter on the brink of voids,
A precipice so steep,
Caught between the chaos’ roar,
And where the silences weep.
Oh asylum, cradle my cries,
Subdue the storms inside,
For though I ache to let it go,
I dread the hollow tide.
Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Reveal the truths untold,
In the crucible of my breaking,
Forge a spirit bold.
From ashes rise a phoenix cry,
Defiant in the night,
Let madness sing its hymn to life,
And set the heavens alight.
:: 11.22.2024 ::
World War 1, and World War 2
It's now 2024, and it's affecting you and I
Korea, Vietnam, the Balkans, Ukraine
No wonder this planet's not been invaded
Out there must think, they're all insane
From our inside looking inside, daily thoughts
With people we've grown with, taking us to
It's history, simple history, the world now caught
Just what in the hell do their minds think through
To the United Nations, someone stand tall
Now start showing clips of a world without war
Children in playgrounds, running around at will
To be never now like the Ukraine, a minorities spill
It's high time, that all the powers that are
From their neighborhood's they travel, to be
Simply observe, their families so spread around
Is it your decisions, that they'll no longer see
The worlds heading to an infamous Chess game
Where leading players simply haven't a clue
One thing that should remind them, totally
It's not your world to sanction it's spew!
In the time of confusion
I begin to pray because nothing else makes sense
Scotch kills the pain
Praying to God that I don't eat
from the wrong tree again
Life is insane but that's all we got
Scotch and prayer and hope
The devil knocks on my door
But God whispers my name
And I pray and hope that my sins
don't follow me where I go
Life is insane but that's all we got
Frank Black Blacharczyk
I love your presence
This is driving me crazier
I'm considering the possibility of torture
Playing this idea in my mind
So beautiful, baby, I love you
I feel the butterflies fluttering
With every cut that knife makes
Deep into my skin
My dear,
You are so insane
Insanely, shamelessly
That almost stopped my heart
Literally
I thought about kissing you again
Too bad, I just imagined it
I got goosebumps
But I loved it
I got excited
But I wished
Feel your weight again
On top of me, making me lose my breath
I can't breathe
I didn't let myself suffocate
Because I haven't let go yet
This is very insane
What fault do I have?
I'm not used to
Living without you…
My dear
Anxiety.
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