Odd, how fast it happens.
An hour ago you felt
like a man on a mission from god.
Then, it strikes like lightning
from an impossibly cloudless sky
and your heart explodes into
a confetti puff of darkness.
Suddenly you feel
like a bleached out
pile of cat **** in the rain.
"Good days and bad days
and going half mad days."
It never lasts, but that
doesn't make it any less real.
Attachment breeds suffering.
Let it go and it will,
until your next turn at bat.
Till then the sun will shine down
on the nothing new world
again for a little while.
Enjoy the warmth while it lasts.
   ~mce

Once acquired you become wretched
Be it by solitude of fury
If thee ever become tranquil again
It will truly be once in a blue moon
And thee are no longer courteous
Impudent nor amiable.

Now demonstration of greedy
And animosity is all you mates
Witness though you thought
You were revealing courageousness
But the exterior powerless.

I guess that's what moods do
To benevolent people and
Leave them as turbulent
Monsters.

I bare a particular routine from time to time
when I think it's all over and nothing or no one can save me

Locked inside my space
I don't answer the phone
never return calls
and I certainly don't open the door

I hide inside, tuck my pride and swear to Goodness it's all in stride
A special relationship we share
my moods and I

A particular routine I bare
from time to time

My dearest friend,

I wish more people understood you
You have kept me company all these years
Your rich, bitter-sweetness has shown me depths,
Shown me that sadness should sometimes be embraced
That you are nothing to be feared

You have taught me unique lessons,
Alternate perspectives
That I never would have considered
In any other state of mind

Allowing me to appreciate the beauty
Within the past
Reminding me
That sometimes "where it's at"
Isn't always where we're at
In the present

Maybe I look for you too much
In books, in films, in art, in people

Maybe it's because
You have kept me
Company
For so long

When people leave,
You are present
When others are present,
You are often still here
With me

Do I over identify?
Perhaps.
But in the end,
You have stayed my closest friend
Thanks for the company

I guess I will never really understand
The maniac ups and downs of my moods
Like a rollercoaster that can never make up its mind
But how it differs from a theme-park ride
Is that it never stops, it never rests, it just keeps
turning and spinning 'round one corner to the next *****
And I am constantly dizzied by this notion that
I can never gain control
I can never find rest

Birds rush and are busy
Breaking the days, laden
Twigs have broken, landed,
White clouds sail in breeze,
Sun has spilt, over gleamed
Gold on crest fallen, blue mountain,
Leaves lay with browned, under
Grown green matted grasses—
Whispers of spring.