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I would not recommend Madness
      

                 distrust runs riot
dissecting myself with wings clipped deemed a flight risk
and I'm naked lay face down on the bed
and I trace tramlines
                                     of forgiveness
because my mauled body pays
penance and I am my own
whipping boy who sees me as
a war zone of self-destruction
an addict to my own sickness
bat **** crazy
                         like those female poets
and their creative madness
                                                 Sexton, Plath, Bishop, Woolf
and Merini and Kane

and I prayed: Lord
forgive me for my sins
I would not recommend
Madness

© Sia Jane
See Harold Norse “I would not recommend Love”
 Jun 2015 Amitav Radiance
Adele
you are the raindrops
that patters through my rooftop,
gently sliding on my window
creating a short-lived ripple
that slowly goes away

if only I can make you stay.

I, on my window
watching the pale sky,
with winds and clouds so dreary
and a soul starting to get weary

It's been a dark, lonely day,
and I've been waiting
for the sun to come out and stay

you are the raindrops
that gone away
no words or sound as you
fall to the ground

I, on my window
watching you vanish
without saying goodbye.
Goodbye.
caterpillar crawls
inching slowly towards the green
silently transforms*


Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
 Jun 2015 Amitav Radiance
Chris
~

Another long day ends
and I watch the sunset
peeking through the swaying trees

The sky is aglow
with soft pastel colors
painting a finish to another Sunday

I can hear birds singing,
throughout the valley
their happy twilight lullabies echoing

Firefires begin to awaken
from their daylight slumber to decorate
the evening sky with shimmers

And the first star appears, twinkling
on the eastern horizon signaling
the start of another gorgeous night

And I wonder where
was all of this enchanting
beauty before

Because all I can recall
is darkness engulfing my view
prior to you coming into my life

Filling my heart with love,
my days with wonderful flowers
and my evenings with mesmerizing sunsets

And as I stare at the moon
shining brightly above, I know
that without you I would have nothing

You are my days, my nights,
my everything in between
*and I adore you for bringing this all to me
Good night beautiful
hearing the birds chirping
their seeming awareness of coming change..
waiting for the rain in time sequence
which did not come to my surprise
were the birds surprised..?
surprise seems related to quantum reality
linear thinking is increasingly humbled
cause and effect interrupted..
our culture gives its primary attention
to thought which fathers our time..
surprises may be messengers to show
primary attention needs to be shifted
to quantum consciousness
a reality reversal
with surprise enshrined..!
  I've been doing lots of  *
          crying lately.
  This kind of thing appears
        to come in waves.
   Perhaps that's the minds
way of preserving it's own
          ?sanity?      
It's my suspicion that time
    will only open up new
  dimensions of heartache,  
         long before
        we ever feel
     the effects of it's
      healing processes
       * Ω .Time. θ *
  That's one of the worst
          ...parts...
All the things that he never
   *    ...got to do...    
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