Deviant by choice
what a way to rejoice
Diverge from modern course
seek divine joyful source
Eliminate controlling tradition
support non violent sedition
Exists a man made sneaky scheme
deviate seek a divine loving theme
Not impressed with entrenched western culture
seek another caring structure
Discover life sublime
existence beyond a modern paradigm
Surround oneself with nature
build a loving stature
Digress from what's considered normal
let's not be conformal
Today's normal is really so abnormal
Every day I refused to conform,
causing conflict, but what is the norm,
who's to say and anyway,
in a teacup no more than a storm,
but why should they hold sway?
Every time I was so inclined
to step out of line, they'd remind,
hoping to prevail,
altho' I was not resigned,
someone would assail.
(Good luck with that, but keep it under your hat)
On rare occasions, the subject broached,
I was appreciated and approached,
for what I did by being me,
and yet, who else was I supposed to be?
I said a lot to myself
Without spitting any words.
I created the world where
Talking is a waist
But thinking is a curse.
No body heard me talking
But I said a lot to myself.
I traveled over mountains
Even the skies were beneath my fit
But soul and flesh was there with
Everyone.
I've seen a lot and I kept talking
But no one heard me, until I was quite.
I felt craziness in me
But I realized that I'm not
Alone in this curse.
Most people failed on this subject
And end up in a ward with high walls
but I've mastered the art of soul
Searching.
Continued with the conversation
In my mind.
Laughing is norm
And silent cries filled with hope.
Questions asked but
Answers are minimal.
All I can do is to overcome
Overthinking be normal
Like everyone and every body else.
Overthinking is a curse...
corm worm
norm form
beneath
in earth
A delicate dance, a subtle sway,
Expectations woven, in a societal way.
A woman waits, with passive gaze,
For a man to lead, with financial ways.
He pays the bill, the ring, the wedding fee,
The provider role, a lifelong decree.
She expects support, for herself and her kin,
A one-way street, where love may give in.
But some women defy, these norms so grand,
Contributing equally, hand in hand.
A true test of love, a gesture so fine,
When she invests, with a loving design.
Yet, in the courts, a different tale unfolds,
Assets divided, with a legal hold.
A woman shaped, by societal might,
To contribute little, in the dark of night.
A partner, not a burden, we must seek,
Emotionally and financially, a bond unique.
Let's break the mold, and redefine love's role,
A mutual journey, with a balanced soul.
Norm All
Norm-All
Norm-Al
Normal.
It's The Worst
Insanity Humanity
Has Ever Created!
Yeah Yeah Yeah...
All Of Them!
All!!!
-Gray Squirrel
06-25-2025
George Robert Wendt
to a sitcom his talent lent
he took the show by storm
and everyone knew him as “Norm!!!”
The daddy was lying on the couch again
Spending all of his hours after work doing nothing
Wifey dear was cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry
What she always does after an eight-hour day of office stuff
The daughter saw, and realized women must be the worker bees
Men get to lie around and do nothing; she felt angry and resentful
Their son saw too, but he did not pick up the socially- weird cues
He began to help his mother – doing laundry, and cooking supper
Daddy never noticed that his wife or son were doing anything
He was zoned in on a TV screen, watching one pattern after another
Not really seeing any of it, just trying to keep out of their way
The daughter resolved never to get married, thanks to this revelation.
She never did, and she never cleaned either.
Her house was a kind of a hoarder’s house,
Daddy refused to come visit, but her mother and brother did.
They usually brought cleaning supplies, which made her laugh.
Look around your surroundings,
which abnormal things do you see clearly?
People catching busses and trains,
or the unkept beggar asking for money?
It's the norm for the lonely one to desire
everything: a wife or someone to confide in and trust;
Have we found ours? Do we still search for that one?
Which prize will we pay to cover the cost?
Lucky are the sons of the powerful tycoons
who live in true comfort and waste huge fortunes
on pleasures such as fine wines and luxuries;
why does luck favors some, not those with dreams?
It's the norm for the lonely one to desire
everything: let him love, laugh, cry and drink wine!
Are we willing to end our pursuit and settle down?
If this is our real wish, we have earned our crown!
Wanderer of busy streets and empty allies,
those are the wrong places to look for any love;
none of them can promise joy, only delusions:
examine your conscience and truly give!
This is the story of Norm and Nate,
And Hank Williams, the great balladeer,
And what was to be their horrible fate
As they spun on this rotating sphere.
Nate the needle played hits on a platter,
Spinning the sad songs Norm had made him.
Norm, as they’d say, was mad as a hatter,
But Nate the needle meekly obeyed him.
In a circle, the platter would revolve
As Nate would sing sad sounds he found there,
While Norm, crying bitter tears, would dissolve,
As Hank’s words and voice, he couldn’t bear.
Hank’s million-dollar voice came from on high,
But the Lord gave him a 10-cent head.
He wrote the song, “So Lonesome I Could Cry”
Lamenting leaves that would soon be dead.
On New Year’s, ‘53, Hank Williams died;
Norm could play only that song and not move.
Hank saw the light, while Norm cried and cried,
And Nate was buried in a watery groove.
I hear your doubt, I feel your scorn
But I will rise up, and defy the norm
I will not be held back, I will not be denied
I will break through, and reach the other side
No matter the odds, no matter the cost
I will not be stopped, I will not be lost
I will keep pushing, I will keep striving
I will keep believing, I will keep surviving
Your doubt may be loud, but my faith is strong
My courage will never waiver, no matter how long
I will not be beaten, I will not be bowed
I will keep going, until I am proud
I will reach the top, I will make my mark
I will show the world, I can light the dark
Your doubt may be loud, but I will be louder
I will rise up, and make myself proud.
The mad streets roam alone,
the mice people scuttle, just scuttle
lest they be found separately.
Bedlam slips its moorings,
boats are rocked.
Across America the inmates strut
out of the holes in their heads
pick a victim, kick down the heedless,
and the police watch their wristwatches
waiting for the shift to begin,
but none show up,
only the pavement patients,
and the sick souls who need help
to die.
We must learn to deal with the new norm
Things have changed since I was a kid
It's surely a different world since growing up
Is it better or not that's the question
For those who grew up during the war years
When the world was on the brink
Memories take over during a difficult time
Challenging of the missing link
The future was really not assured in those days
Atomic destruction was imminent
Made it through though in spite of all things
Still here as long as we remain vigilant
People everywhere
Talk of the new norm
Yet, there is a new norm
Which is the true new norm
Jesus is the Gateway to this
Mind blowing new norm!
See into the spirit realm
Hear heaven speak
Have a conversation with God
Learn to partner with heaven
Practice this new norm
And see your world turn
Right side up, fast forwarding
Your destiny and identity!
A Perfect Norm
Night breaks, subtle dawn
Light spreads
The day is born
From the deep black dark
Awoken life is torn
Breathing in peace
A prefect norm
Jan 2022
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