I want to be among
the Ecstatic Figures
and you among the Zen
I have felt us
dissolve into One an Other
but though you speak
of your Daily Activities
in the Most Poetic Terms
there is Some Thing
you have shoved underneath your Self
and pray stays hidden
there
This is why I laugh
at you
and do not feel reMorse
Hey Silly Boy, Hey Stupid Boy
Hey Silly Boy, Hey Stupid Boy
because I know what
you will find
where your Spirit travels of its Own Accord
I know it will be
Hard for you to admit
this isn’t just
Bull Shit
but give up alReady, Silly Boy
give up alReady, Stupid Bloy
give up alReady, Stupid Bloy
Let the Fact sink in
you have your
Guide in Genius
It is Perfectly Clear
what will make your
Name
There’s no Thing More
to it now
than acKnowledgement
The Whole Universe vibrates with it
There is no Thing
Worthier in Art than Madness
and you my Silly Boy
my Stupid Boy
are still Sane
my Stupid Boy
are still Sane
Every Time you cower
beneath my Glittering
Smile
you put your Words to
Shame
So break your Fragile Ego
and let your Feelings
reign
Mystics are dancing for you
The Ghosts of our House are calling to us
Our Voices laugh and moan in the Walls
They send Signals and give Nightmares to those who disobey
so take the Emerald I have to give you
and release your
Truth
1 comment:
the saddest thing about mental illness is the fact that it reduces the ability of suffers to recognize the symptoms in themselves
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