MY.MIND :: Insane.Asylum

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Madness

Madness


I am a recipient of madness, oft descibed as such,
To do something, again and again,
and to hope for anther outcome to be given
this is madness at it's simplest form
Ti's emotional, yetnot physically showing.

There were many times,
when my life seemed a mad, mad
rollercoaster of dreams.
but even this did not stop me,
of dreaming of a fair lady,
wo's love was everlasting.

Dear reader, do you not see?
the madness? the blasphemy?
from whence my torment
yet, abounds.

a dog, once punished,
will have strayed from the dirty habit.
But as as humans are like mules.
Our filthy habit?
That constitutes our madness?

it is this,
believing in love.

many times will man fall
many times will he crawl,
through the muddy torment that is,
heartbreak

but then, yet again
he find yet another woman
and he starts the hurtful cycle again.

for every relationship had,
he starts another one, hoping that,
it wont end as bitterly as before.

he might curse them as filthy whores
he will curse his foolis heart,
for he believes that it was it,
that caused his love, now seen as lust.

but again, after teh healing
he starts again,
without ever revealing
the scars that the former lady had cut.

but let me ask you this, my reader
my friend,
is this not a picture definition of mad men?
or is it jsut me that sees it as such.

i do no curse love,
for it's the only thing i have of hope,
save of course for god,
and a handful of friends.

but who could e'er reason?
the changing of the seasons?
as much as the ****ed up cycle called,
love.

they say love is blind,
and that i know is true.
but **** it, who really cares?
it's the lsut that we're after.

Posted by Arvin A. :: 9:07 AM :: 0 Comments:

Post / Read Comments

-------------------------------------