SOME MAD POETRY FOR YOU!!! "If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman" - Socrates

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For Jeri

A memory of a winters night...

I Remember Mona

This Recurring Dream

If Only Once...

ScreenCaps Courtesy of Magnetic Poetry Online and IrfanView32

Here's one I whipped up recently: "What Can I Do For You?" I can assist you in your transformation... when you are ready for it to begin, or to mark its completion. I can show you what you can tolerate, and for exactly how long... without pushing you over the edge. I can give you stories to tell when you are alone with yourself at last. I can open up a part of you that was always there beneath the surface, and you knew it all along. I can reveal to you the truth, such as it is, within you, to you. I can teach you to speak in another tongue, one without sounds, that only you can hear, and only you can speak. I can make plain what was complex, and create complexity from nothing. And I can let you see yourself, for the first time ever, as you always wanted to be, as you always knew it should be.

...and here's one from my friend Lobes: "Clowns R Evil" Mad Man , Rad Man , Sad Man , Had Man , Lad or Man? Fad Man , Pad Man , Cad Man , Bad Man , Dad Man , or , Mad Am, Mad Cam , Mad Damn , Mad Fan , Mad Ham? Mad Mad Lan , Mad Jam , Mad Nan , Mad Ram Mad Sam , Mad Van , Mad Yam , Mad Kazam!

The Waters of March (a song I heard on the radio one time...)
A stick, a stone It's the end of the road It's the rest of the stump It's a little alone It's a sliver of glass It is life, it's the sun It is night, it is death It's a trap, it's a gun The oak when it blooms A fox in the brush The knot of the wood The song of the thrush The wood of the wind The cliff, a fall A scratch, a lump It is nothing at all It's the wind blowing free It's the end of a slope It's a beam, it's a void It's a hunch, it's a hope And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It's the end of the strain It's the joy in your heart The foot, the ground The flesh and the bone The beat of the road A slingshot stone	A truckload of bricks In the soft morning light The shot of the gun In the dead of the night A mile, a must A thrust, a bump It's a girl, it's a rhyme It's a cold, it's the mumps The plan of the house The body in bed And the car that got stuck It's the mud, it's the mud A float, a drift A flight, a wing A cock, a quail Oh, the promise of spring And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart	A point, a grain A bee, a bite A blink, a buzzard A sudden stroke of night A pin, a needle A sting, a pain A snail, a riddle A wasp, a stain, hey A snake, a stick It is John, it is Joe A fish, a flash A silvery glow The bed of the well The end of the line The dismay on the face It's a loss, it's a find A spear, a spike A point, a nail A drip drip drip drip, a drop The end of the day And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It's the promise of life In your heart, in your heart	And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It's the promise of joy In your heart The end of the road A little alone A sliver of glass A life, the sun A night, a death The end of the run And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart The waters of March And the riverbank talks Of the waters of March It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart The waters of March