Sunshine and revelry steeped the day like sweet tea dripping over a glass's edge. Overflow dribbling down rejuvenated the laughter of the gut and burst forth into an excess of jubilation. The cup wants to be filled with adulation for the man to drink; the man is a goblet steeped by the day. Over him jumps his spirit, blooming amidst his body's celebration into a new stance, pose, and guise. The transvaluation of the spirit leads it to elevation, upwards, it laughs yes, raising the cup and dousing its thirst—the birth of a madman steeped in sunshine and revelry.
Mysterious book
It's covered in strange symbols
Silky blue binding
Its contents contain my fate
The language of a madman
I held the hand
of a madman
hiding in Hollyhocks
blending with ogres,
eerie in tombs,
chasing stars through
their animal shapes;
others, a witch
to their ghosts, anew,
those gardens
though full, were
dark worlds at night
Shifting in the parody of madness.
He reluctantly embraces this deep sadness.
It blooms in his twisted mind’s eye.
When conflicts of his beliefs run awry.
He desperately attaches to others’ views.
It stirs in tormented pain of rejection, anew.
The need is so strong to lose himself and conform.
He knows that a corrupted society needs reform.
He questions everything to reveal the true reality.
He screams to the top of his lungs, “why can’t they see!”.
Others of his stripe come and offer to join his plight.
He now feels safe and ready for this fight.
Still the trapped have listed him weird and insane.
Now the tables have turned as they flail in vain.
He now sees the real hidden madness of hells torment.
The matrix is falling apart as their madness will not relent.
He offers guidance when the trapped reach out.
They begin teaching the new reality that came about.
Heaven and Earth are now one as it should be.
Brings about the enslaved as they now are set free.
I hold the raging’s -
of this madman-
contained -
within these walls-
Painting only-
pleasant masks -
upon his face
The genius is -
it works so well-
That sanity -
no one can tell-
has slipped beyond -
my horizon’s reach
Logic’s been-
the only guard -
maintaining order here -
It’s structured rules -
enforced for years -
Oft with heavy hand
I can’t let go -
for fact it show-
The conflicted man inside -
Who’s colored eyes -
Seek many lives-
with wish to taste them all
Loud voices shout -
through whisperings-
bringing ticklings -
to searching ears -
lifting me -
beyond this baron place
Their beckon call -
To mountain breeze,,,
and Siren’s pleas -
from the seas -
form but two -
of many desired escapes
Wild stallions run -
in valley sun -
yet lifeless-
here I sit-
as dreams of my tomorrows -
fade to dust
It is true I am a Madman! -Pick a line from a book and write a poem based on that line, NaPoWrMo
It is true I am a Madman!
TRUE! —nervous—very, very dreadfully
nervous I had been and am but why will you
say that I am mad?
From the Tell-Tale Heart
Yes, I am a nervous wreck
Ever since that day
When I went for a run
Almost died when I fell
And had 14 operations
Battling a mutant staph infection
That almost killed me
And yes, I am still mad
In a way
Madly in love
With the love of my life
To that crime
I gladly confess
I find myself in hullabaloo,
I do not know what to do.
I know not why my mind’s in a rush,
So my heart begs for it to hush.
It asks for silence... like that of tonight's song,
It asks for a lake where only ripples spread wide and long.
But my mind's a madman,
You can't reason with a madman.
They are blinded, broken at every moment,
But perhaps... I've learnt to live with madmen.
Looking good as you speak those words, marching
to and fro like a madman whipped to a frenzy by
buzzing black birds stalking and haunting the
backdrops to your storyline...all the same yet nothing
alike, fair game is glory all for the Reich.
Must have been there to destroy their souls
must already have had lots of holes...
Who could have known the horrors we’d see...
through untold memories which never are free
Filmed to stand through eons of time
some reporting now, there was never a crime
coming forward for this inhumane deed
cracking mirrors is what brings “God Speed”
saw her numbers and stared her down...
looked at myself, saw only a clown
I could never know what she had to say
it wasn’t my time, nor part of her play
I tried to remember how it used to be
my voice was tired and no longer could see
I hold you sacred, all you who died
more than just enough, the rest of you lied
the perils of life running herself
falling ears of desperation, turning blinds eye...
A portrait me older mage sorcerer I syet
Father is yet me,i sought salem is mehowyetihadmarchedmeaobey
Tis I yet a brother i found means the cyclonicamonster below a scream of the sacrifice sapien
Dote stem demon is he beat the brother, daughtertisitblame
‘’piece me shout heard the locals bade thehorroryaymesuchaman
‘’plead yet taken out me own dog it obeying is treaty yet be me
‘’pleaditforthrightiyet sake she is 18 she losers the work is she yet her eyes
Blame oh the cat it shrieks, be I how do I justify
Weep child come me, lest we find the home yet it he burning man saloon
‘’tie he thecloud a sorcerer be thatone hechangeling, hemadeof us
‘’weep not I fierycurse hecausehemade the book Necromonicon be yet lest
‘’’be me I tied I die Salems lot peach he is death, I hereby me cut he ye
‘’a child is yet me, thorough me begot hurriededly he is burnt
‘’’we empower willet, fransic, dude he featureless, Ramana cod, archibald
'''yes I seize he mine baron childless tis me I ache me burnt timber
This can not be what it seems
I must be living in a dream
That's become a bad nightmare
Now that your no longer hear
My whole world has come undone
Since a madman with a gun
Starting shooting violently
Leaving behind a tragedy
Of bodies lying on the floor
As he's running out the door
Now I lay you down to rest
Putting my heart to the test
Of living without you here
Has been my one biggest fear
Now my fear is coming true
I do not know what to do
We were very much in love
Now your an angel up above
And your closeness I wont feel
A lunatic had to steal
My best friend away from me
My hears left in misery
The Lunatic living in my right brain
painted two ships on the watery horizon.
I folded the image into a paper crane
and it flew into the sea to die in.
The sun went down with a flash of green
and the Lunatic began to laugh
I asked him why he was causing such a scene
and he said the crane was my epitaph.
See!
You wouldn't
ask a madman
'Hi'. As you wouldn't;
The next man living there!
The song of a madman
how shall I sing
when I do not know what the day will bring
tossed to and fro
which way will I go
who would have thought
who would have dreamed
that everything that happened before
hadn't happened as it seemed
and to know or not know
pains my soul
but in the storm I will dance
each day brings a second chance
to prove the doctor's prognosis wrong
so I have to sing my song:
the song of a madman
If I were a madman they would lock me up for sure
they would take one look at my face and say “what's wrong with her”
I would defend myself but then they would see past my plea
I would be shut up by myself and I would talk to...well... me
If I were a madman I would want to take a stand
and prove that I'm the sane one and the rest don't understand
stop trying to control things, money, debt delight
why can't I make my own life, why can't I fight my fight
If I were a madman I would hide it from the rest
inside I would toil away but on the out I'd be the best
I might be inwardly concerned about my reputation
but if I got that bad I wouldn't care about my mental mutilation
If I were a madman I might enjoy the sadness
after all “no great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness”
somehow I'd crave insanity like no one ever should
though if that thought didn't tip me off I don't know what ever could
If I were a madman, and must tell the truth to you
I don't quite know how to break this, but I assure you that it's true
I will tell you now so I can say I haven't lied
I've always been a madman, I've just hidden it inside
You madman ranting in the train
Time sold in that bottle should delay your pain
But what has poisoned you to disordain
Professing the impossible over and over again
"My manhood into" Britain! you claim
The universe is all to blame
Your wishful dreams are driving you insane
To hell with all but what remains
Is just a madman ranting in the train
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