“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label sanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sanity. Show all posts
Sunday, December 9, 2018
7 WDS
There is nobody
who goes unnoticed.
♠
Time spent on memories
never returns more.
♠
Together two words
leave space between.
♠
Indulgence is for one
expression for all.
♠
I see you
seeing me as you-
there are things
that cannot be shared.
♠
A star, like the ocean
reflects light.
♠
A speck is not one
of anything.
♠
What is possible
has a chance too.
♠
A full deck
is not limitless
luck.
♠
Arrival is not the same as
presence.
♠
Here we are
just now
and then.
Image credited by: Snyder, Frank R. Flickr: Miami U. Libraries - Digital Collections [No restrictions or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Innate Instability
Madness is
hearing voices.No, that was my conscience.
Madness is
multiple personalities.
No, I am a caretaker, a writer, a witness in one.
Madness is;
Deep Depression, Soaring Elation, Paralyzing Fear, Boundless Joy.
No, this is the ride we're on.
Madness is
germaphobes and hypochondriacs.
No, there's a pill for that.
Madness is
the noise outside, the silence inside.
No, these are creature comforts.
Madness is
learning and forgetting.
No, practice is process on repeat.
Madness must get easier.
Madness is mostly
living on language.
No, that is poetry.
Madness is
intimately knowing death
while casually living life.
Madness is
arguing with ones self,
And now I'm Mad.
“I'd rather have a free bottle in front of me than a prefrontal lobotomy.”-Tom Waits
Image of painting by Hieronymus Bosch (circa 1450–1516) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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