Crazy

CRAZY

Crazy

Or simply me

Hypnotic

Happy

Free

Ignoring all the stares

The laughter

And the whispers

Un-crazy people

Direct at me

While…

They talk unapologetically

About the weather

The news

Political issues

Then,

On and on they chat

About what others wear

And do

And say

All the while hiding who

They really are

I don’t think they know anyway

Small talk isn’t me

Nothing to discuss today

Nothing deep anyway

I like to dance

Along the street

Hug a tree

Wave at strangers

Open doors

Change my mind

Then open more

Throw my hands

Up in the air

Wave them at the moon

The sun

This is who I like to be

This is how I am

The crazy person in the mirror

The crazy things I say and do

The part of me

That doesn’t care

About what’s right

Or wrong

To you

un-crazy people

wish they were more like me

do you agree?

Do yourself a favor

Dare to be a little

Crazy

For a day

Vain

VAIN

Appearance is illusion

Do you know?

Do you remember?

Do you care?

Technology teaches us

to post illusion

our best pics

our best days

Only this may you see

Only this part of me

My shadows I keep hidden

Skeletons in my closet

Behind the pictures I will hide

I am safe there

Been hidden for so long

No longer sure where I belong

Who are you?

Are you vain?

Are you insane?

Your appearance an illusion

Do you care?

What I want is for you

To believe

That I know

Who

I

Am

I feel better

Showing you

The best parts of me

Only this may you see

Am I vain?

Am I your illusion?

Are you mine?

I wish it were about the pictures, the illusions we create

But its not

                                                Thank God!

Mysterious

Mysterious

Eyes

I saw yours yesterday

Was surprised to see demons lurking there

You,

Turned the other way

So terrified that one may slip out

and show its twisted head

allowing me to see

a part of you

you hid so well

I should have mentioned this but I didn’t

Wanted you to be my friend

I saw angels there as well

Supervisors of the light

You hoped I was seeing

when cautiously your eyes met mine

again and again

Yet mysterious lies you continued to tell

And as careless words escaped your lips

I saw the truth disappear

Into a hole so deep

It sent shivers

Down

My

Spine

Into

MY

OWN

HOLE.

Holes…

Long, dark tunnels

never-ending

deeper every day

“Why do you stare at me?”

I heard you say

I guess I like mysterious eyes

I am fascinated by holes

Especially yours

mnemonic,

ghostly,

pleasures only I can see

and feel

then later wonder about

when my eyes refuse to close

during those bewitching midnight hours

when I cannot sleep

hopeful that your patient angels

will force the truth upon you

I hold my hands before my face

and I pray

I pray that you tell it

Are you ready for today?

Another hour in the hole?

Were you prepared for yesterday?

When my mysterious eyes met your own

I wish I could prepare you for the ride

The mysterious flight

That often leads to nowhere

but  sometimes with a little effort

Takes you to the bridge of hope

You know the bridge

I know you do

The one most people avoid

because lies are easier than the truth

Forward steps are stairs

backward steps a slide

they feel like an easy ride

but they are torture

I guess it’s really up to you

Who do you want to be?

Do you want to be led by angels?

And feel free?

I saw you again today

Down the hole you went again

Demons your only friend

                                    TOO BAD!

Flawless

Flawless . . .

With

no memories

no aches

no pains

no remedies

no facial lines

no hanging skin

no time to eat

no time to sin

no time at all

no where to be

no way to win

or lose

or try

all so perfect

as

it

is

No flaws at all

No need to fix

What went wrong

For

Nothing

did