Musings of Crazy People

Oct 2014

Tony Scallo

Well, hello!
Nice to meet you,
I welcome you to come see

The Land of the Words,
That's within you and me

Tell me, what is it?
What words do you seek?
Are you trying to vaguely describe all the bleak?

Well, come in!
We’ve got it,
A library of words
To use at the times where yours just never work

We’ve got, you name it
Every word that there is
Obscure, slick and slimy
Eternal and bliss

Or maybe enlightened
Audacity, please?
Do they properly describe your
Brown dungaree jeans?

No worries, don’t fret
Don't think I'm done yet
Sit back and hold on,
Those words, you'll regret

Bungalow, bushy, cabal and unclean
Tremendously, vacant
And blindly obscene

Tattered and broken
Lies and Unspoken
Do they speak to you mind,
Like they are a foretoken?

Cataclysms with dark exorcisms
Punk, goth and metal
And hooliganism?

Tell me, what is it
The library goes on
I’ll talk your ears off
From dusk until dawn

Patiently, potent
Absurdly, outspoken
Is that how you’ll describe,
A bright golden token?

Charismatic, kick, addicts
Your thoughts are a savage
Discombobulate, ravage
The words can be baggage

Keep looking, it’s there,
Every word, and I swear
They exist to make circles
Out of regular squares

#words #creativity

Oct 2014

J Drake

Tic Toc

Oh, evil clock
  you are my truest enemy;
    your twisted hands
      taunting me
      consistently.

Why do you hate me?
If only I could forget you!
  Let you go for just
    one second...
  Yet then, alas,
    oh clever foe,
  You have me again.

From your evil clutches
  there is no escape.
For even in a moment's reprieve,
  I reminiss, and
    then, suddenly,
  the moment measured,
    I lose again.

You stand proud upon the wall,
  Oh evil clock,
    And I can only pray...
The day shall come
When I have won,
  By counting, instead,
    My beating heart,
Above the sound
  Oh evil clock
    of your two slaves...
  Tic + Toc.

Oct 2014

Shruti Atri

Become the Ace

It's easy to be good at many things,
It's sad to be known for just a few;
It's alright to try everything once,
But it's hard to be an Ace among the crew.

It does take a lot of courage
To accept the norms and later pine;
But to stand up to what you believe in--
That takes a hell of a thick spine!

People call it arrogance,
To walk away from the crowd;
But with time, the one who walked away,
Is the one who walks proud.

Free will is an illusion for many,
It's a social necessity to walk in a herd;
Society accepts you on its own conditions--
Which if not fulfilled, you remain unheard...

There's a monarchy of tradition,
That feeds a monopoly of disappointment;
It's your charity to their egos,
That secures your appointment!

Go, find where you belong,
Amidst this raging tide;
Swim through the mailstorm,
Pull at the chains that keep you tied.

Break free of those psych bonds,
Move out into the light;
Rid yourself of that ancient poison,
And proclaim your own path as right.

It takes strength of character,
And a lot of effort on your part;
To sail smooth through this life,
And still listen to your heart...

#courage #belief #proud #conditions #crowd #walkaway #illusions #freewill #aces #herd

Oct 2014

Camellia-Japonica

Slumbering black

Obsidian black blankets my thoughts and the night.
What lurks in cracks?
The cracked cement.
The cracked psyche.
Bats flutter in the belfry.
Madness takes hold, or is the madness masked as sanity?
Erudite my words may be tonight, but tomorrow I may babble.
Like a brook, black as a rook.
Why do these thoughts become clear in the dark?
Darkness leads the way onto a path.
Juxtaposed by the black night, the light is dimmed
Feelingly, gropingly, groggily I'm frightfully led.
To where?
To bed?
To sleep?
To dream jet black thoughts?
Oblivion, delirium, lithium.
Crow black is the deepest part of the night.
Inky pools of forgetfulness abound the sleepers tonight.

© JLB
25/10/2014
02:11 BST

#dream #thoughts #insomnia #circular

Oct 2014

Camellia-Japonica

Bacon(10W)

Bacon sizzles
*** fizzles out
Bacon comforts
Relationships cause discomfort.

© JLB
23/10/2014
12:13 BST

#feelings #relationship #food

Oct 2014

Shruti Atri

Unwarranted Compulsions

Overdone rituals and the burden of traditions.
Peer pressure and annoying gossip prevailing above reason and reality.
The unwarranted compulsion of academic excellence, with no acceptable compromise!

Our rotten society and it's cruel, cruel judgment!
Living in a body, no, it's a cage--
Craving acceptance in isolation--

The cage became a cave
And eventually, the door shut.

It got so dark inside,
I could only see black...
I was sick of it!
Frustration rising to the point of retardedness!
Angry! So very ANGRY!
I wanted to defeat it,
This darkness on the inner side.
So bad, the ache for reprieve was getting worse!
So desperate!
For a way out...

Then, inspiration struck!
And a melody chimed its way in.
With the clock going tick tock
I imagined a chocolate block;
And I ate my way out!

*I've never bothered with their rules again.

#frustration #venting #rules #burdens #shakeitoff #livealittle

Oct 2014

Ember Evanescent

Five Years is Long Enough

Today I'm going to stop
This ridiculous destructive thing
I've been doing it to myself
For five. miserable. years.
I talk so much about
How I hate to be controlled
but this is controlling me
I'm wasting my life
and this is my fresh start
I don't want to paint over
the same old canvas
I've already painted black
I've gone down this road before
and I could have been a killer
I don't want to be her anymore
The girl no one could help
and just watched her waste away before them
I'm no longer going to count the numbers
and measure and weigh
and cry and hate
I'M DONE
it can't control me anymore
she told me she was worried about me
now I know it's too far
what do I care anyway about all this?
It won't be very easy
but I'm not going to do this to myself anymore
I'm taking this canvas and BURNING IT
I'm starting fresh
I'm done with this
I'm finished
I need to be strong enough
for her
I won't become a statistic
under the earth in a wooden box
with only a block of cement
to prove I ever existed
because pretty doesn't have a size
and for her
I'm going to stop
Five years
is long enough

#freedom #last #weight #size #at #liberation #finally #epiphany #finallystopping #fiveyears

Oct 2014

Kelly Rose

Sometimes

Sometimes
It is so easy
To fall
Allowing those dark feelings
To take root
Sometimes
It is so hard
To get up
And allow the sunshine in
Sometimes
A battle rages on
And on
Never ending
Leaving one Exhausted

10/04/2014

Oct 2014

MalaiDaisies

Bleeding Ichor

Green and blue.
Each contorting into gruesome hues,
Only to dance,
With the thought of each other.
Creating,
Yellow.
Yellow like the eclipsed sun,
Yellow like the dying flower,
Yellow like the blood of Gods,
Ichor.

Random scribbles that I found in the worn out pages of my notebook. Still trying to make sense of it. And randomly smiling :)

Oct 2014

Elizabeth Kelly

Astrology

Mercury is in retrograde.

My poetry may be hard to rade

But at least I know I understade

What it's actually trying to say.

Oct 2014

Brycical

Untitled

Truth is fluid, like molten lava,
it can be forged into many things.
Like truth,
I cannot be contained
in a single definition
of ***, diet, address, culture, occupation, income, hobby, brands, religion, genetics, being, path, journey, source...

Everyday is potential chaos
waiting for us to caress
the stargate flower folds of time
until it's dripping, throbbing,
electrified enough
for us to twist our fingers inside
as it moans in deja vu serendipity.

Everyday I am a new person
born from subconscious dreams.
There is potential for me to undo everything
in my life by a simple choice of deciding
to eat a sourkraut and mayonnaise sandwich
with salmon roe despite the fact I dislike all of those things.
Or I could put my head in an oven.
I could get hit by a bus.
I could save someone from choking.
Maybe the best **** of my life awaits tomorrow!

Everyday has potential,
though some days I waste it.
Sometimes I wallow in dark steaming ***** pits
of self despair berating myself for something dumb
like not being happy enough.
Then other days it feels like
I could ****** a dragon into my bed.

Either way, I am allowing these moments to flow freely
as I swim unabashed in their currents.

I cannot be contained
because I am a living being,
every part of me is moving
atoms that make up my skin cells
to the blood cells
to my breath
to my blinking eyes
to my mind
to time
to this large blue planet hurling through space!

By the time you try and define me
I've already disappeared
into the deep flow of time and space.
So catch up if you dare.

Anyone have any ideas for a title?