May 2016
On the good days, the words flutter around like butterflies waiting patiently to be choosen. Other days, the dark uncertain times, they swarm you like hornets, stinging you over and over again. Making the words fall from your eyes like tears splashing onto the page. You can avoid the whole thing, by being normal, choose the hallmark life, pre-made and hollow love, never know mad love, never go crazy. Live the easy life, never risk anything, stay far far away from the edge. If you want to call that living. Bee bites and butterfly kisses, you can't just choose one, you have to live with them both. The light wings of love and the swollen eyes and hands from the stingers in your heart and soul... That's my life, the life I want at least... sleeping in the mouth of madness. Somedays... it hurts, painful heart-wrenching hurt, Somedays its just so ******* beautiful all you do is weep at being alive to witness it. Beautiful pain and heart breaking love... mad mad love. How's that song go...
"You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me"
Is that the stones...No Joel you say, so you've heard it... but did you really listen, down in your gut far down below your ears. See that's one of the problems of the easy life, they don't teach you to listen, really listen where it matters. Deep down in your dark belly full of demons and monsters and devils, where all the do is listen and if you let them... they turn it all into mad love to keep you alive, really alive. Not that fake life so many people are so desperate to live. Every one so ****** afraid of letting a little pain or misery into their lives, all just wanting to be "happy". Never learning or realizing what they end up missing out on. A miserable life, there's a secret to it that they won't share with you. To be miserable, truely miserable... you have to be touched at least once, just once, by mad crazy stark raving lunatic mad love. You have to have danced in the mountains of madness for just a second. And that single touch and that single moment of dancing there among the lunatics of love... that kind of love, never leaves you. It shoots straight to the marrow of your bones, the bottom of your bottomless heart, soaks into the darkness in the depths of your soul. It may not stay in your arms or your bed, it may not last as long as it promised or you wanted... but it never just flat out leaves you. It stays... after every other fire burns out, after every star falls from the sky, after the moon and sun commit their last act of love for each other and both drink each others poison, when the whole of existence just "poofs" and dissappears... That mad love will still be there. And all those lucky lunatics who went mad and loved crazy will have it all to themselves... MmmHmmm, nothing but that Madness and love. What a god forsaken beautiful **** fest of an **** that's going to be... just madness and love free from all the other *******, going at it like a couple of teens who just discovered the ability to ******. And misery knows it, misey hates it. Because misery can bend you over in a dark alley and take you by force... but misery goes away at just the hope of love, in the presence of love its nothing more than a mist and a ghost. It might whisper to you behind loves back... but never face to face with love. Misery is one of the merchants peddling the easy life with the pre-made hollow love and ideal of a happy safe life far away from that scary forbidden edge. Don't fall for it... find your reason to go mad, find your passenger to drive laughing over the edge with. Embrace your lunatic and fill your heart and your life with that mad mad love. Be your miserable ******* self to the core and bitter end... if you need me, you can find me at the mouth of madness, just listen, you'll hear me singing, horribly and off key and out of tune, you can hear me singing to the moon. You may not belive it, I know it sounds crazy... but baby your the one that saved me. I'll be waiting here in this mad mad love you gave me... nothing beautiful left in this life for me to do... Thank you... I hope you know I love you.
"You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me"
Is that the stones...No Joel you say, so you've heard it... but did you really listen, down in your gut far down below your ears. See that's one of the problems of the easy life, they don't teach you to listen, really listen where it matters. Deep down in your dark belly full of demons and monsters and devils, where all the do is listen and if you let them... they turn it all into mad love to keep you alive, really alive. Not that fake life so many people are so desperate to live. Every one so ****** afraid of letting a little pain or misery into their lives, all just wanting to be "happy". Never learning or realizing what they end up missing out on. A miserable life, there's a secret to it that they won't share with you. To be miserable, truely miserable... you have to be touched at least once, just once, by mad crazy stark raving lunatic mad love. You have to have danced in the mountains of madness for just a second. And that single touch and that single moment of dancing there among the lunatics of love... that kind of love, never leaves you. It shoots straight to the marrow of your bones, the bottom of your bottomless heart, soaks into the darkness in the depths of your soul. It may not stay in your arms or your bed, it may not last as long as it promised or you wanted... but it never just flat out leaves you. It stays... after every other fire burns out, after every star falls from the sky, after the moon and sun commit their last act of love for each other and both drink each others poison, when the whole of existence just "poofs" and dissappears... That mad love will still be there. And all those lucky lunatics who went mad and loved crazy will have it all to themselves... MmmHmmm, nothing but that Madness and love. What a god forsaken beautiful **** fest of an **** that's going to be... just madness and love free from all the other *******, going at it like a couple of teens who just discovered the ability to ******. And misery knows it, misey hates it. Because misery can bend you over in a dark alley and take you by force... but misery goes away at just the hope of love, in the presence of love its nothing more than a mist and a ghost. It might whisper to you behind loves back... but never face to face with love. Misery is one of the merchants peddling the easy life with the pre-made hollow love and ideal of a happy safe life far away from that scary forbidden edge. Don't fall for it... find your reason to go mad, find your passenger to drive laughing over the edge with. Embrace your lunatic and fill your heart and your life with that mad mad love. Be your miserable ******* self to the core and bitter end... if you need me, you can find me at the mouth of madness, just listen, you'll hear me singing, horribly and off key and out of tune, you can hear me singing to the moon. You may not belive it, I know it sounds crazy... but baby your the one that saved me. I'll be waiting here in this mad mad love you gave me... nothing beautiful left in this life for me to do... Thank you... I hope you know I love you.
