Isn't it funny
How people are only
Interested in the sad & crazy?
I'd laugh at them
If I wasn't one of them...
Bewildering constant disturbance
Pulling us down,
Burying us in the ground,
Beside these gnarled oak trees,
Like snuggled pissants with multiple keys.
A walking sea of hope has come this way,
On this lonely, wintry day...
To visit this sad land
In between the storm and
The battle of wills.
Be bold enough
To be yourself...
You're not a framed picture
They placed on their shelf...
To woe & to mock,
To put your dreams in a slumber of dust,
Throwing your love away like discarded crusts.
There's something for each of us here,
If they don't stereotype our souls...
What's not in you, can't be found anywhere,
Shake them out of their rut...
Let's do the insane thing
& Not listen to all these voices screaming in our heads.
Once a poet, who is now dead,
Said to me
In a crippled voice, much world-weary...
If it's not killing you,
It's not love...
At the moment it sounded a bit untrue.
What I can't forget
Is how he reached down himself,
To bring out a voice he himself
Are you gonna let yourself be lost
In this constantly diluted soup that's about to boil over?
Are you just gonna be a wandering ghost
Climbing up and down the chimneys of expectations?
Will you stumble upon yourself now?
Will you stop listening to these voices in your head
Telling you, you can't be this, can't do that?
Just like yours, my mind keeps playing tricks on me...
Keeps me concerned with opinions and trivialities.
All these dreams carved in my soul,
Have started to bleed on the floor,
& They have locked the **** door.
We will never be any better than the dead
Unless we don't stop listening to these voices in our heads.
For all, from someone who fears he is being shoved in a corner by schizophrenia and expectations and opinions, including his own.