Long Madness Poems
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This goes far beyond poetry
here I go...
snippets of thoughts
to words
to poetry
to hearts
touching
to smiles
reaching eyes
I am grateful,
I am blessed,
for the friendships formed
of chapbooks and poetry books
to reading books, watching movies
of eating to cooking
…of chocolate, truffles, tiramisu
of jellybeans and mushrooms…
of spam and eggs and mayo
and of course, soup
hot or cold
of trips and falls,
and bumps and stares
and typos...
of it's and its
of i before e,
and a instead of e
of Only Hopes
and Dreams
to sleeping
and NOT sleeping
of music, and drumbeats
of art, and painting
of life, of love, of faith
of jokes and laughter,
of craziness and madness
of contests
and comments
swinging
back and forth
beyond crazy and fun
to body parts
aching, tickling
and of writing about them
of sharing and giving
of thoughts and ideas
of challenges and triumphs
of milestones
of prayers...
of life and of death
of ghosts and doppelgangers
of questions and answers
and answers with questions
of troubles and tears
of secrets and fears
of misunderstanding
and learning
to growing and reaping
of doors opening and closing
of the past and of the future
of the present
of sunshine and rain
darkness and light
of rainbows
and animals, in and out
our lives and our minds
beginnings and endings,
to endings beginning
to cycles,
just going round and round
This is beyond poetry
and I am heartened,
I am blessed
so Thank You
for the poetry…
for the inspiration…
for the friendship.
Sounds so simple,
but it’s from my heart,
it's from my soul
just...Thank You.
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This is what winter brings.
Depressions vines climbing its way back across the mind.
Fleetingly vamping across acres of its inner shell.
Cutting all the warmth that was once held within.
Freezing to the inner core.
A stillness spreading sadness,
An overwhelming grayness.
Breathing coming in asthmatic gasps.
Choking, coughing for a breath of air.
Releasing cloud wisps.
That can be seen by everyone's eyes.
It is now the onset of winter.
The longer nights.
The shorter days.
The crispness in the air.
Knowing soon all life will succumb to its Summers end.
Leaves falling, trees barren.
No flowers sending their scent into the brisk air.
No birds singing melodies to fill the morning sky,
No crickets violinist playing until dawn's early light.
A coldness is all that will be worn.
Sleep is all that will be craved.
Hands, feet unable to feel heat.
Snow will adorn, ice will form.
Madness will ensue.
Stay hidden.
Wrapped up.
As a mad one who lost a true soul mate.
Behave like a good sailor's wife.
Keep watch through the window pane.
Look for signs of life.
Pine away until the trees wake from slumber,
Flowers start to bloom.
Hear the birds sing a favorite song.
Dance to the violins of the crickets song.
How does a scriptwriter begin a play?
Doth begin when he spies a loud blue jay?
Or a ship docking at a wharf built quay?
Does madness enter in the form of fey?
Does his mind kick in at first pink sun ray?
How does a scriptwriter begin a play?
Does vision appear at pretty girl’s sashay?
Do ideas prance forth ‘til the end of May?
Do medieval knights come forth to slay?
Alligators and dragons down by the bay?
How does a scriptwriter begin a play?
Does he merely get on his knees and pray?
Does he write when a smell or sound feel okay?
Does he pick up a pen when he hears a donkey bray?
Does he begin anew each and every single day?
How does a scriptwriter begin a play?
three points . dot
until we meet |
(and i heard you cry
out loud:)
a wall of desire
/having trouble
trying to reverse
my machine\ and so
time ticks by ~
and so okay all on
my own: so now,
here we go. I 'or
you & someone like
me (subspace counting
all our blessings (&
Sheep) lost the last count
of my pet kissing my feet
|AND tomorrow feels like
a thousand tons of my virgin
skull kissing and my bleeding
lips are so dry *bleeding and
my Soul soul so ready to go so
here we go once again inside
the bind of universal madness
once again
Once again.
Until everything is right ~
climbing the wall of desirE
FOR a kind Life!
:: 020-21-2017 ::
Simple Prayer
God whoever you are and wherever you may seem to be hiding
in times situations and places when confusion reigns and I fail to
see please grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot
change the Courage to change the things I can and the Wisdom
to know the difference when the difference is all there is in me
When you deliver the message that there is only one God please
allow for lateral thinking collateral feelings tangential emotion
Give us a source and an essence and Self and respect for others
who have different faiths and names for you like Vishnu and Shiva
Promote the Buddha and shelter him under the Bhodi tree’s calm
the four noble truths and eightfold path and save us from crusades
jihads genocides misguided power fanaticism and self-righteousness
Make me the tool of your grace and freedom show me the light in
the darkness and help me turn the other cheek when exploring
middle ways of meditation compromise kindness love and compassion
Please nurture passion and peace thoughts emotion social justice
God whoever wherever whatever however you make faith and belief
in a better world possible talk to me and my fellow minnows on this
planet earth and let us dance sing paint pray and cherish together
that seeming differences darken in evil steal humanity disguise
one and only one human condition the one of love love and love
Please let us and me not run against the proverbial wall of madness
when things cannot be altered at the moment and direct us to the
matters that matter because they can be changed with your strength
Please teach me to look beyond the little me in the scheme of life
and share the difference that serenity courage and wisdom can make
18th August 2016
326.
The Curse of the Dying Sphinx
Welcome to Thebes, you daring traveler!
Because of your wisdom, I have lifted its cover!
Free now you can pass, free now you can enter!
Oh what an insult to the keeper of the gate?
To itself, to herself..it is/she is…full of hate!
What a shame? What a madness? What a miserable fate?!
How come that a wretched being like you surpass…
This riddle that for ages no sages encompass?!
What in your brain do you have to provoke such bad ass?!
Oh shame on my face for such a disgrace!
I am like a runner who lost in my own game of race!
Now the time has come to shatter myself like a flower vase!
As I fell into pieces from this glorious pedestal…
I curse your brain that's whimsical! I curse your eyes that are abnormal!
Embrace this Curse of the Dying Sphinx! Your brain & eyes are fatal!
Behold Oedipus! Witness how a small brain destroys the whole body!
Your brain!...Your odd, little brain…will now be the end of me!
Farewell, Enigma-Breaker! It hurts to see you breaking free!
-02/01/2015
(Dumarao)
*Fallen Myths Collection
No harmful or irksome thoughts
stir this mind to absolute madness,
and away from annoying, frequent sounds:
only peacefulness soothes irritated senses;
I may fall asleep and dream
in a state of false reality,
letting the fanciest fantasy
enter the bloodstream!
The crimson sunset arising over the wind-swept moor
alleviates the mood of daily woes such as this murmur;
the torrid day, unlikely a dry desert, gives into a cool breeze:
nothing is heard above and under but the shrilling of a geese!
All the joyous smiles flashed by others were missed by me,
and the craving was stuck into my throat unable to spit it out
and feel the relief I needed to carry me through a painless night;
firebugs aren't pretty butterflies, they glow and suddenly flee!
Madness,
How nice they felt
To be free,
From the dampness of humanity.
They are plunged into a different universe
A free life of toils
A prodigal,
Of a profilial,
Feeding from oral to oval,
Your earn for your oral,
And not for your keep
All squashed in a heap.
The sane man is begrudged
Wittless
Penniful yet penniless
Live yet but vegetable
The luck rests on the insane
Oh! The madmale
Only he is live
Yet free!
Oh! I am the luckiest,
As a Madmale as i am,
No one knows my thinking
No one knows the meaning of my face
As a mad male i am insane
But!
As a mad female i am sane
As i still remember my feminity
Vividly as it is not vivid,
Clear as unclear..
As water on a stony path,
Yet unclean.
My madness my solace
Be me him
Be me her
All are free
What all seek is a reality escape
A fleeing route,
Yet a fleeting one
Yet, yes oh yet!
How her remembers you say?
From a skimpy scarf
To an able polythene
All these she remembers
To aquire,
So her heart is intact,
But, her head is In turmoil
But! the her norms intact
Forgone him you say!
No cannot be!
Him is a negation
Of her.
They roam and roam
In woe with foe
In joy with joy
On any path
Of any choice
All, choices of theirs
But, him is a lost cause
Hmmmmmmm!
I sighed at the sight
Painful but comical
All is well,
Will be well
Oh! How envious
I seem
They just exist in their imagination
But comical in our sight
Free of old shreks and their queens
Toiling with their pawns
All in the name of a state control
How funny it is
Oh!
How my jealousy tickles me to an edge
Wanting all thus
Them, i like
Them, i must be!
I feel like I am drowning in a sea of emotion,
The undertow dragging me low,
The first few feet my lungs are pained,
As life flashes fast before my eyes,
I see mistakes and sadness as regret acts like a rip tide
Pulling me down deeper to the icy depths below,
The pressure now unbearable I feel my ribs compact,
As the vision like a weight keeps sinking me slow,
I am left thinking was my life just filled with sadness?
What about the times of madness?
Was I not happy even then?
Suddenly I see a face in the murky shadows of my mind,
Of happiness I am reminded,
Of a love that was requited,
Your beauty pushes out the madness,
It cuts away regret and sadness,
And buoyed I am with gladness I am lifted to the fore,
As my head breaches the surface,
I awaken from my slumber,
I am left with thoughts of wonder,
Are you my Sweet Lenore?
I did not meet Julia in Tokyo—
I remembered her.
In the hush of Ginza’s lights,
she emerged as though summoned
from the archives of my soul.
Her name was not new to me.
I had spoken it in other centuries,
whispered it across dying battlefields,
etched it upon prison walls,
sung it in the secret hymns of temples now dust.
When she smiled, the city vanished.
Her face was the equation no scholar could solve,
a riddle only the heart’s madness could decipher.
Time bent.
The world tilted.
And I knew I was not meeting—
I was returning.
“I do not fall in love easily,” she said,
“but with you I feel as though
I am remembering something
I promised to forget.”
And in that moment,
love was no longer romance—
it was a covenant.
Not of this life alone,
but of every life before and after.
Yet mystery lingers—
was Julia flesh, or was she fire?
Did I find her,
or did she awaken within me
the part of myself that has always burned for her?
Perhaps Julia is not a woman at all,
but the eternal flame that waits for every soul,
the secret name we each must call
to remember who we are.
And still—
when the night is quiet,
I hear her laughter in the spaces between stars,
and I wonder:
was she mine,
or was I only ever hers?