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Amazon Giveaway allows you to run promotional giveaways in order to create buzz, reward your audience, and attract new followers and customers. Learn more about Amazon Giveaway. Poems From the Madhouse. Beneath the blue sky on open lands I blow a reed a tune so simple yet very sweet With me hums the wind and each wisp of grass wafting puffs around me softly rustling leaves and swish of small weeds. Words whispered into my ears and screamed in passion, I love you! And I guess I did too. Because like all tragic love stories, we were young and we were dumb and neither one of.
In my pursuit of glory, success, fame and bliss, I saw the path ahead torn apart in the darkest of lies, demons, deception and despair… I realized my old self crumbling; leaving a shrewder me: GIFT OF GOD Nature has gifted special gifts to mankind Attraction between the opposite sex is one such gift Intense Feelings between each other generates for no reason pin pointing the reason for mutual feelings ends up in confusion Negative.
My friend I look at you My friend I know what you do Inviting all to come and see Living free in simplicity Flying through the sky unbound Envy of those on the ground Swiftly soaring eager wings Enticing song. Waiting for seasons to change- is like waiting for silence to resolve- conflicts- a game of pride and rank. When roses bleed thorns- thistles outgrow the rosebuds; until color is lost.
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Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a. My sunshine life will shatter, I hope , to you it does matter. Our love was meant for an eternity, A splendid gift, a blissful divinity, However, now some jinx has clouded it with insecurity. Hold me tight till the.
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Each flower so bright and beautiful Moments so specially spent We walked hand in hand Through the tranquil serene land With the melody of nature Benet the Rainbow bridge After the Rainstorm Each flowers honey we suckled Giggles turn to. Always dreamt, dreams to dream Lived to live the dreamt dreams Ran and chased the future Ifs of past filled the present Dreamt new, never content Died with more dreams to fill Realized the truth of present Past is history,.
Out of the Republic, into the Madhouse by Adam Kirsch | Poetry Magazine
It claims to be rational in self-concerned decisions, creates different logics to win over pricking situations may be logics and decisions damage self and social control. Rationality in logics for all results. I Know Right Now. When everything has gone still, piled in close, comes the terrifying march of my heartbeat, I remember I was seven and my body fit full length in the bathtub delicious game of climbing inside porcelain dry and water frigid from.
The point about the madhouse is that it liberates the spirit.
The point about the madhouse is that you can think just what you like there. The point about the madhouse is that anyone can enter.
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We are sane by default, we are mad by design, but the mad are more admirable. Admirable is the ape, the bulbul, the mitochondrion, the swelling of the larynx, Admirable the orchid, the garlic, the fire inside the shut book, Admirable the cry of the tortured, the lost voice of the nightingale, the laughter in everything ostensibly sane but tending towards madness such as sunlight, the slow rain, each pendulous drop, the wide road, the brimming eye, shadows, picnics, public conveyances, thunder.
Nature is a madness with a method and all the madder for that.