Say Something I have something to say You’re welcome to listen, or not, That’s ok I’ll begin anyway — Madness is meant to exist Inside each of us, So we’d follow our bliss. I know, because I am Mad, mad, mad in every way I’m mad creative With thoughts so furious They scream, Poetic justice! That’s how this madness works, If you let it, It’ll back you into a corner Till you know your worth. See, I’m madly in love with the greenery outside The way she shakes her branches as the breeze blows by. Like a dog readjusting her fur, After nature disturbs. This is when it brews Our reaction is madness acting through us That’s our personal stain. Mine is writing my pain. So, goodbye to the well trained Lady Jane. That’s someone I’ve never been Pretending to be, On occasion Cause I thought I actually cared what y’all said. But I don’t anymore Not with this madness Taking me over. Hiding my cracked heels in the hide of my boots Cause they’re split from walking bare naked, exposed to the roots. I’m nasty to those who live a coiffed life. Airbrushed and primped Covering up all their strife. This is what happens to a soul who’s been used Ripped to shreds, looking abused From trying to love over and over again, Sliced down to the bone, Yet, the marrow remains. Now the journey can commence It’s how I learn to accept it. Madness turns me on Begging for more The turmoil I invite in, cause it sheds light On my soul. Our souls are mad, Not with fright But with sight so sharp They’re psychotically wise. I’m madly insane just like she, Cut so badly, I’m a casualty Of what? It’s not what you think Just some plain ole vulnerability. I know it’s not time to die Not till I catch all those in a lie. A lie that only deceives the creator From living a life That’s meant to save her. I’m mad, mad, mad about the work I do Wrangling the hearts of the born, including you Holding them close away from the storm. Protecting like they’re my own. Safe from the insecurity of Being themselves. Fear of being honest doesn’t enter this realm. What a shame to not be you, This is madness in prelude A blend of anger and joy Madness belongs to those who want to understand– What exactly is G-d’s plan? I want to know too Why I’m fascinated by human form And the workings of the mind gone so wrong. I’m madly enraptured by the way we love, Why some are destined as the lonesome doves And others connect in a swarm Like bees to honey, together as one Glued? Or, just afraid to be alone? I’m mad about this life so my mission today, Is to express what I’ve always wanted to say, To everyone and no one at the same time Even if my ‘say something’ is solely mine. Kerouac heard Ginsberg and he said, “I like your howl,” so his words weren’t for dead. There’s always someone who hears us loud and clear As long as we speak right from here. We howl so loudly we awaken the source That all of us know as that bright shining force It glistens and listens with no judgment at all. The moon knows Our madness aches to proclaim, We just have to get out of our own way. Revealing the madness that waits in the dark Which happens to be our most beautiful part. Stop hiding and be mad, mad, mad like me Because madness is our soul’s opportunity To be on this Earth— Free, heard and seen.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 01:01:14 +0000
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