Plunder Of The Crazy

Clutching notes

Chasing the crescendos

The musician gloats

She tells her story

With its many heroes

And their glory

The melody is deep

It chases away the pitiful depravities of humanity

But plots are oft steep

The fools clutch their sanity

Deprived of the tale

They never reach the summit,

They just aren’t cuckoo enough

Ones like me, we fill our voids

Loose it all and sail away

We chase a horizon

Within the melodies

And at last

The joy is ours….. Joy of what you ask?

Oh dear, it is the plunder of the crazy

The happy despair of the hopeless

The best of the worst

It’s so meagre, yet plentiful

That it lasts me an eternity of a second

I dine with the musician herself in that glimpse

She coos her melodies, soft and demented

And that my sane friend is …. The joy!

Oh, Honey! Honey!

I perceived a lemon where there was only honey to be found

When I dared a lick

I found myself instantaneously lost , dazed

The taste was bliss itself

And all I could do was take one more

Then just another and another

My actions all revolved around its sweetness

I was lost

And did not know myself how to escape it’s bondage

It was when the honey bled into my blood

That I awoke

It was a strange place to be

A little sad and very forlorn

But I recognized it, it wasn’t new

I had felt this before

Differently, but yes, I knew it….

An old acquaintance

I knew enough to know, this was too much

I knew little, to know how to stop

Withdraw

Turn away

Not look

So I searched

Searched for relief, for others who had felt the same

Surprisingly I found many, of both survivors and answers

This was a crutch

A little tug towards light

It wasn’t smooth nor was it sunny

The honey faded away from my tongue awfully slowly

But it did

And now as I stand afresh

With a taste of relief on my tongue

It is two things I feel

Proud and free

For the world is a wondrous place to be

With more to see…