CRAZY (Revised and Expanded)
The Initial publication was first featured in Qualia Nous: Vol, 2,
Edited by Michael Bailey.
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‘Crazy’ has countless faces.
It could come from the strangest of places.
Eyes can deceive, and words can manipulate.
They will go to any length to make you believe.
Trust nothing and be prepared for rapid changes.
‘Crazy’ has infinite phases.
—
Each phase is both magical and diabolical.
Each phase is both challenging and rhetorical.
The phases are simultaneously ugly and adorable,
taking your mind through imaginary portals.
Each phase presents a difficult hurdle to overcome.
Each phase will have you engaging,
in a game of Russian Roulette with an imaginary gun.
Each phase will expose your hidden actions,
making you aware of what you have done.
The labels that they place on you are a reflection of their fears.
The tears that have been shed over the years
have formed this immense ocean.
It is time to vanquish every traumatic reason that brought you here.
—
The ocean is vast and the typhoon-like waves are relentless.
The phases blend seamlessly in this sea of senselessness.
The nonsensical words, the inane burns,
the pointless verse merges with this irrational curse.
Now, it’s time to begin our work.
Seize them by the hair and inflict your turn.
Run them over forcefully, do it again, rehearse.
Ensure their heads are aligned flawlessly to the curb.
It is now their turn to be fully submerged.
Watch how they beautifully seize without restraint.
Watch how they lose their souls’ purpose.
They are losing control.
They are collapsing.
The roles have been reversed and
you are now claiming the gold.
It is time to change the pattern.
A new monster has been created; behold!
Bear witness to the transformation as you
mark all of their labels as sold.
Observe the bodies floating face-down in this
grief-stricken ocean, which is ice-cold.
—
Revenge is a monster that strikes when we are not ready.
Greed is responsible for the bloodshed.
The shadows are conquering, and there are so many.
Guilt is accountable for the insanity that emanates from the trees.
When Gluttony combines with Greed, there is an explosion of confetti.
Your hands begin to shake and you can’t keep them steady.
The phases are changing so rapidly.
Your thoughts are jumbled with memories that you should be forgetting.
You are unprepared.
You are breaching the levy.
The salt is caked heavily around your eyes.
The weight of it all is incredibly heavy.
Each state of our mind plays a different tune.
It’s difficult to determine which phase of madness will engulf you.
The violin plays in the background while you cry out for your truth.
You’re tallying the demons as they feed on each exposed wound.
There are countless levels of abuse.
There are numerous states of mind in which we become lost.
We lose even when we win.
We win even when we lose.
We can’t see in the darkness – what are we to do?
We are plagued by the flu.
We are being consumed.
The lullabies that echo within walls of this place will tear you in two.
Our state of mind is at stake as we lose ourselves
in this unpredictable place, making us feel ‘crazy.’
—
The truth is now evident as we sob in anguish.
Every emotion has has a touch of irrationality.
The emotion of love can sting and bite.
The emotion of sadness comes accompanied by spite.
The emotion of passion fuels our strength to fight our battles
against the world, against our inner selves, and against
our personal demons that reign in our personal hell.
We all strive to come up with solutions;
some may be more difficult than others.
In this world, we can easily become buried
by the sounds of the shrieking thunder.
The wreckage is filled with our agonizing states of mind.
The structures are collapsing, leaving the lost behind.
We must combat these emotions, as the clock
ticks faster and drains our precious time.
The air around us has always been tainted.
It has always been difficult to breathe.
Some of us rise while others remain down on their knees.
It’s hard to comprehend a broken soul if they are left to bleed.
—
Can you see it now?
Can you recognize that fine line?
There is a fine line between sanity
and insanity that eats us all alive.
I am crazy, you are crazy, he is crazy,
she is crazy, they are crazy, we are all crazy.
When the truth is revealed and what is at stake,
our glass castles break.
We are all equals, supported by delicate skeletal legs.
Disagree with me if you must; the door has
always been there--over that way.
We are all inherently beautiful, but the weight
of greed and diamonds often dominates our strength.
In a society that labels us, we band together and say,
“We are proud of who we are,
and you will not take our ‘crazy’ away.”
Trust nothing and be prepared for rapid changes.
‘Crazy’ has infinite phases.
—
They will go to any length to make you believe.
Eyes can deceive, and words can manipulate.
It could come from the strangest of places.
‘Crazy’ has countless faces.
Each phase will expose your hidden actions,
making you aware of what you have done.
Each phase will have you engaging,
in a game of Russian Roulette with an imaginary gun.
Each phase presents a difficult hurdle to overcome.
The phases are simultaneously ugly and adorable,
taking your mind through imaginary portals.
Each phase is both challenging and rhetorical.
Each phase is both magical and diabolical.
It is now their turn to be fully submerged.
Ensure their heads are aligned flawlessly to the curb.
Run them over forcefully, do it again, rehearse.
Seize them by the hair and inflict your turn.
Now, it’s time to begin our work.
The nonsensical words, the inane burns,
the pointless verse merges with this irrational curse.
—
The phases blend seamlessly in this sea of senselessness.
The ocean is vast and the typhoon-like waves are relentless.
It is time to vanquish every traumatic reason that brought you here.
The tears that have been shed over the years
have formed this immense ocean.
The labels that they place on you are a reflection of their fears.
Observe the bodies floating face-down in this
grief-stricken ocean, which is ice-cold.
Bear witness to the transformation
as you mark all of their labels as sold.
A new monster has been created; behold!
It is time to change the pattern.
The roles have been reversed and
you are now claiming the gold.
They are collapsing.
They are losing control.
—
Watch how they lose their souls’ purpose.
Watch how they beautifully seize without restraint.
The weight of it all is incredibly heavy.
The salt is caked heavily around your eyes.
You are breaching the levy.
You are unprepared.
Your thoughts are jumbled with memories
that you should be forgetting.
The phases are changing so rapidly.
Your hands begin to shake and you can’t keep them steady.
When Gluttony combines with Greed, there is an explosion of confetti.
Guilt is accountable for the insanity that emanates from the trees.
The shadows are conquering, and there are so many.
Greed is responsible for the bloodshed.
Revenge is a monster that strikes when we are not ready.
Our state of mind is at stake as we lose ourselves
in this unpredictable place, making us feel ‘crazy.’
The lullabies that echo within walls
of this place will tear you in two.
We are being consumed.
We are plagued by the flu.
We can’t see in the darkness – what are we to do?
We win even when we lose.
We lose even when we win.
—
There are numerous states of mind in which we become lost.
There are countless levels of abuse.
You’re tallying the demons as they feed on each exposed wound.
The violin plays in the background while you cry out for your truth.
It’s difficult to determine which phase of madness will engulf you.
Each state of our mind plays a different tune.
It’s hard to comprehend a broken soul if they are left to bleed.
Some of us rise while others remain down on their knees.
It has always been difficult to breathe.
The air around us has always been tainted.
—
We must combat these emotions, as the clock
ticks faster and drains our precious time.
The structures are collapsing, leaving the lost behind.
The wreckage is filled with our agonizing states of mind.
In this world, we can easily become buried
by the sounds of the shrieking thunder.
We all strive to come up with solutions;
some may be more difficult than others.
The emotion of passion fuels our strength to fight our battles
against the world, against our inner selves, and against
our personal demons that reign in our personal hell.
—
The emotion of sadness comes accompanied by spite.
The emotion of love can sting and bite.
Every emotion has has a touch of irrationality.
The truth is now evident as we sob in anguish.
We are all inherently beautiful, but the weight
of greed and diamonds often dominates our strength.
Disagree with me if you must; the door has
always been there--over that way.
We are all equals, supported by delicate skeletal legs.
When the truth is revealed and what is at stake,
our glass castles break.
I am crazy, you are crazy, he is crazy,
she is crazy, they are crazy, we are all crazy.
There is a fine line between sanity
and insanity that eats us all alive.
Can you recognize that fine line?
Can you see it now?
—
Trust nothing and be prepared for rapid changes.
‘Crazy’ has infinite phases.
In a society that labels us, we band together and say,
“We are proud of who we are,
and you will not take our ‘crazy’ away.”
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