Madness
Madness is a kind of sanity.
Indulge before the breaking point,
or risk shattering.
Risk a numb mind, an unfeeling heart,
and that's just to start.
Compulsions to stress and delusion,
wickedly depressing confusion,
lack of communication, denial
and suicidal musings bound
to confound and constrict
happiness within,
to the point of hurting yourself
merely to convince
yourself you are real,
between cycles which spin
and twist and spin and twist and
bite at your soul's infinite,
compel the muse to self-mutilate,
and hate the things it trusted to be
her inspiration's kiss, blissfully transcendent.
Instead, a proclivity to
d e a f n e s s to that which is
beautiful and rich,
and a propensity for
b l i n d n e s s to finding the
panacea meant to cure all this.
Madness, that is.
Happiness in disguise.
Truly fulfilling. Truly ingenious, and oddly wise.
Indulge in this,
from time to time.
A harmless flight
from the chaos of society.
And once you've had your fill,
ease back down, and
experience the thrill
of laughing at these maniacs
with sad faces and dilapidated lives,
knowing full and well, you are this,
from time to time.
While you endure precisely the same pain,
but feel no remorse, and no shame;
acting not on your agony,
but the interpretation of its meaning.
Appreciating the contrasting shades,
cavorting amongst the haze,
the dazzling hues of all this.
Madness, that is.
Sunrise
Peering over the horizon, sneaking up and lying low
A soft, pale yellow begins to show
These first, shy rays project a subtle light
And cast their penetrating glow out into the waning night
From deep within their resting places, shadows begin to yawn and stretch
They emerge in contrast like the graceful lines of an artist's sketch
Beams of light glint and gleam as from the dew they are reflected
In tiny drops that leaves and grass have silently collected
The triangle of life.
The world is angles:
Mine and yours and his,
The sides we see and others miss.
Each side a path -
Walk till our legs give out,
And then back home along that route.
To proud estates
Of space more thick than thin,
Amplitudes emblazed by all our sins.
Deeds shared by many
Far and wide,
Obtuse and bright alike in mind.
Declare their thoughts -
Flying like moths to light,
Oh what a shame so few are right.
Trump’s Refrain
Trump does the hocus pocus
And that’s what he’s all about
He puts his right ass in
He puts his right ass out
And shakes it all about
He makes America a joke
And that’s what he’s all about
He spews his bigoted views
And shakes it all about
He promises to make us great
But declared bankruptcy himself
Inherited money from his father
And that’s what he’s all about
A Napoleon in a Trump suit
Throws tantrums left and right
Can’t fire heads of other countries
So cry, baby, cry like an infant
And shake it all about
And do the hocus pocus
That’s what he’s all about.
Only knows business
Can’t understand stem cell research
Would reinflate housing bubble
Promising economy stimulation
Aiming darts at dart board but missing
Screams for more and more sanctions
Likes word but doesn’t know its meaning
Says pull yourself up by bootstraps
But they can’t afford bootstraps
So cut the programs that get them on feet
Yes, do the hocus pocus
And shake the impoverished all about
Claims blacks and latinos commit the crimes
Break illegal alien families apart, send them back
Calls them rapists and criminals
Promises Mexico will pay for wall of discrimination
Trump is racist to the core
Disdains women and calls them bimbos
That’s what he’s all about
Moral character has taken a walk
Where shady Trump is concerned
Bulldoze everything that gets in way of progress
That’s his mantra, sing it loud
Draft dodger sings “My Country Tis of Thee”
Impulsive and unwilling to compromise
Shake it all about, pull wool over eyes
Fool unworldly citizens who can’t think
For themselves, praying to Trump for salvation
But he does the hocus pocus
Doesn’t turn himself around
Shakes his ass all about
And that’s what he’s all about.
