Hush, Daddy's sleeping,
we don't want him to wake.
Let Mommy relax and
have a little break.
It's okay, sweetie,
don't look so sad.
No, Mommy's eye
doesn't hurt bad.
Go on outside
and get some fresh air.
Later on we'll take
a drive somewhere.
No, honey, you didn't
do anything wrong;
now go on and play,
but don't be too long.
You know daddy
didn't mean to do it.
He just gets mad;
we all go through it.
When you grow up,
you'll see what I mean.
It's really not
as bad as it seems.
I promise
when daddy wakes up,
he'll feel bad
and we'll make up.
And as far as
anyone can see,
we're a normal
happy family.
Rarity Is Rare.
Inspiration,
AWARENESS,
Self-Comprehesion!
Very Uncommon...
...
EVEN
Life Itself
Is A Stranger
Creation Of Light!
-----
Complex Chemistry,
Another Miracle:
Choice!
***
WHAT?
Practically
Impossible.
Free Will:
Arguably
Abnormal
Enough
To Question
Its Actual
Existence!
Under
Heated
Debate.
!!!
Randomness?
Common Or Rare...
Roll The Dice...
???
Death Is More
Common:
Very Normal.
Non-life.
Empty Space,
Nothingness:
Super Normal.
-Gray Squirrel
07-06-2025
My body only realizes what eyes see clearly...soul feels deepy
Nellie was a star,
Only one shining;
Ray of sky light.
Mountaintop experience -
Alas, she was
Lonely at the pinnacle.
Pointed, sharp, stabbing her heart.
Everyone looked up, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Once she made her way down icy paths,
Plowing her way toward the valley;
Leaving for anonymity. No one knew her.
Everyone loved her. She built a home there.
The sky held up, still.
The breeze blew on cue.
The cloud stuck glued on blue.
The bills came in mail.
The toast was burned.
The eggs had runny whites.
The plants outside died.
I missed the alarm.
Kissed my beau.
Kicked the cat.
Spat on the mat.
Waved goodbye,
off to work.
The day performed its ritual
rehearsed to a tee,
to be an entirely normal fit
in every way, every day.
Heard on the news:
“Nothing unusual today, it's just normal."
So today is yesterday.
Yesterday is today.
Perhaps we need a new script writer?
For Hello! Ah So!
Every day is different!
You just dressed it up in
the same thoughts,
the same clothes,
the same throws,
the same tweaks and twerps,
with same cast and plot
on repeat, repeat, repeat,
to make it fit just so,
Ah So!, as entirely normal.
A man once asked me,
in the middle of a drifting conversation,
“How long do you sleep in a day—
if you ever sleep at all?”
I looked at him,
searching for a polite reply
but found none that fit the weight of his question.
So I simply said,
“I do sleep—
just like any normal soul.”
But deep inside,
I wondered—
what does normal sleep even feel like
to a restless mind?
Conformity Normal Court
How Can You Feel
Anything Real
With Values So
Artificial?
-Gray Squirrel
03-19-2025
Climbing mountains of the past
Clawing for normalcy of last
Light at the tunnel end appears
I can taste the tears of cheers
Suddenly normalcy is no more
Comfort lies now in the new order
The Wisdom of the Cult of the Ab-Ab-Normal
Compliments are Insults.
Pride is Relative:
[And UNFORGIVING!]
Conformity is Deception.
Truth Is Absolute:
[And UNRESTRICTED!]
Familiarity is Deception.
-Gray Squirrel
02-25-2025
You ask what is normal this is what we should do
you look at me and I will look at you.
We are all human well that is a good start
we all breathe air to live and we all have a heart
We all have blood that flows bright red
we all have a brain that is inside our head
We all feel pain and shed tears when we cry
we all are born the same way and we all eventually die
We might be different on the inside that is plain to see
but on the inside we are the same that sounds normal to me
So you ask what is normal and this is what I have to say
we are all different but normal in our unique way.
NOBODY'S NORMAL
WHAT IS NORMAL CAN YOU SEE
WHO IS NORMAL BETWEEN YOU AND ME
I LOOK AROUND AT PEOPLES LIVES
ABD WONDER HOW THEY DEAL WITH THEIR STRIFE
PEOPLE AROUND ME EVERYWHERE
I STOP LOOK AND STARE
WONDERING WHAT THEY THINK AND FEEL
DO THEY THINK THEIR MORE NORMAL THAN ME
PEOPLE WITH DISABILITIES IN THE WORLD
PEOPLES PROBLEMS OFTEN SHARED
MY CONCLUSION TO THIS IS FORMAL
IS THAT NOBODY IS NORMAL
BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS SOMEONE
SOMEONE TO TALK TO, SOMEONE TO LEAN ON
A FRIENDLY EAR AND ADVISE TO GIVE
IS WHAT WE NEED TO FLOURISH AND LIVE
Would they notice,
If my solace escaped?
If my sombre eyes finally pinned shut.
Life is just.
I must.
That fake smile, the painful mask I sew to my skin,
Just to feel something.
Hanging on by a single thread.
Each day tugs at the strings,
Test another limit.
Is it normal, to just?
Just a fine day,
I grab a cup of coffee,
Good ol’ coffee, always makes my day,
Yet the air feels different, it isn’t the same anymore,
I push open the windows,
Maybe the gust of fresh air,
Will finally soothe my heart?
I look outside,
The field’s all calm and quite,
The clouds dark,
It might rain soon,
A calm smile,
In the hope,
Maybe joy may finally find its back home.
Normal
It Only:
GETS
NORMAL
When People:
GANG
UP!
Absolutely:
-Gray Squirrel
12-29-2024
Alma is back on BBC
with tales of eccentricity
even the critics said it’s good
they’re calling Bolton, "Brollywood"
claiming it's worth the licence fee
It's warmth is positivity
facing life and absurdity
in ways no-one else, would or could
Alma is back
BAFTA award winning TV
based on the writers family
Willan, she's our Walters and Wood
champions the misunderstood
if you catch it, then you will see
Alma is back.
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