Alone he sits in his padded cell,
All alone in his private hell.
All alone in that padded cell,
His own personal place in hell.
There is no window; no door,
All he can do is pace the floor.
No control over day or night,
The unseen warden controls the light.
......
And you dream,
and you try,
but, you're still not alive.
Then you close off again,
and you go home,
and you cry,
and you want to die.
Warning yourself against letting
......
the old man stank
but he
stank more
of booze and cheap
tobacco than
filth
his mouth missed
a lot of
teeth
......
Shutting the door with a sigh
Running from insanity
A close call, as claws clatter and click
Fanged jaws snap, and fling snotty saliva
Unhinged hounds of lunacy
A ravenous pack, carried on my shoulder
Feverishly followed by fatuous feelings
Never far from crazy
......
In the hours of cold morning mist
Come schizophrenia and creativity's loving tryst
Their offspring
Irrational thoughts of course insist
Madness is preferable to reality
Often desired and endlessly pursued
Come forth
The golden hours of light
The nebulous darkness
......
Alone he sits in his padded cell,
All alone in his private hell.
All alone in that padded cell,
His own personal place in hell.
There is no window; no door,
All he can do is pace the floor.
No control over day or night,
The unseen warden controls the light.
......
Shutting the door with a sigh
Running from insanity
A close call, as claws clatter and click
Fanged jaws snap, and fling snotty saliva
Unhinged hounds of lunacy
A ravenous pack, carried on my shoulder
Feverishly followed by fatuous feelings
Never far from crazy
......
The captain, withered and old, was trapped in his house
Missing the sea, like old captains do.
Suddenly,
An earthquake shook the land, and he believed
He was back in the ocean, and a wave had broken
His ship.
The old captain went out to the streets
Shouting at his crew i.e. the passing pedestrians
To shape up.
Though cars zoomed past, he walked on
......
Their minds are a paradox,
A riddle too complex to solve.
Their thoughts like a labyrinth,
A maze of madness that evolves.
They walk among us, hidden in plain sight,
A puzzle to be deciphered, a mystery to unfold.
For they are the sane mad men,
Whose stories are waiting to be told.
......
I met Madness in a cafe
on some street corner where the sunlight plays
she ordered the whole damn menu and laughed,
“It’s all for us darling. Eat. I am here to stay.