There is a glass of water
with some water
Is the glass half empty or half full
That's what you be thinking
but I'm here thinking
there's no glass, no water
You are dreaming
Am I wrong
Are you wrong

We are alike, as
We are made of
The same soil that was
From the part of
Earth, gritty and harsh,
Unwieldy yet malleable.

Taking form not easily
But once made, stable.
Eyes reflecting the soul,
And heart the love
That lies there and more;
Straining at the load,
But not breaking over.

Holding on to hope ,
Being the anchor
That keeps the whole
From drifting off the shore,
That's us, that's for sure.

Love is...

Love is that which holds us together,
And is a force for cohesion.
But when it goes off centre
Turns into a negative emotion.
The master says, be centred
In everything, as you are meant to be!

A belief is a sweet dream.
An unconscious stream.  

It tucks the corners of your bed.
A place to put all your dread.

Covers you in white linen.
Keeps your naiveness winnen.

Casts you away into a sleepful estate.
No longer shall you await.

A sweet escape from the truth.
A kiss of ignorance coming through.

Gives you faith in something.
Even if it’s a hopeful nothing.

A ship sailing in the pale blue
Waters of the placid sea;
We hold our lives and
Float in the world similarly.

Sometimes the moon enthrals
And the stars shine, its  heavenly.
Other times the sea snarls,
And the waves thrash turbulently!

The challenge for us is to accept
Both occurrence with equanimity,
For the power that rocks the ship,
Is the same one that holds it steady.

And our faith will help us in
Overcoming every adversity.

Let us go a little mad!
If we try real hard I know we can!
Let’s not worry about what people think,
We’ll go bananas in a blink!

No more scrolling for what we need,
Or cave into another drink.
All that liquid dulls the senses.
When you’re insane the world is endless!

Let’s say what we really think,
Not be afraid of things hard to admit.
Degrade yourself for what, for whom?
Your ****** beautiful, you know it too!

Yes it’s fear that holds you back,
Your past, your story, you’re better than that.
Who you want to be,  that is your truth
And I’m crazy enough to believe in you!

Am I mad we so easily replace
One with another during a Netflix break?
If chilling is devaluing the human spirit,
How empty are we to need **** to fill it?

I’m not getting really riled,
So let’s go bon voyage awhile,
And not judge all the locals there,
You know, they too feel love and fear?

Now we’re lost in a nice direction,
We’ll stop using ‘hate’ in every sentence
I hate paedophiles and domestic violence
I don’t hate using an iPhone 7

Now we’re madly - I feel a-brewing,
Opinions based on fact reviewing
When emotions feel a little ticking,
Don’t buy that (blipping blip) they’re spewing.

Congrats! We’re seeping deep into nuts.
We COULD argue about funding cuts,
Or join the game of hide and seek with homeless/addicts/single mums.
OH! Using our imagination’s fun!

But in our little game of mad, we whisper
SHHH! 14 eyes will see the picture
No name, no phone, just disappear
I must be bonkers, a secret system!?

A game for friends and friends of friends
What a wonderful world when off your meds
When everyone is kept in a tidy pile
We can jump and stomp, kick leaves for miles!

Now I’m getting upset it’s blowing
The wind picked up and the rains are flowing
The little pile was so connected
They fight, the leaves for the nicest spot -  but in the end they fall, they wither and then they rot.

Some are pretty, some provide shade
But this pile seems to body shame.
If each think spring is unique to them,
the part they play will fall away.

I know that I’m most certainly deranged.
Some of these leaves, want weeds to spray.
All this trunk and extended roots,
They think this won’t affect them too?

I’ve had enough fun for today
Playing mad is a scary game
I need a joint, beer, some time to pray
Some pills, some sleep and don’t ask again.

I believe you,
Because I believe there is goodness
In talking about the badness.  
Because turning a blind eye is the same as selling your soul.

I believe you,
Because I’ve faced the monsters too.
And I’ve found the monsters under the bed
Are nothing compared the monsters outside.

I believe you,
You’re not alone.
Your monsters are real
They can bleed
They can be defeated.