Tea With a Mad Girl

it started off so well
just something soft and small
but then it started to grow
now I can’t handle it at all
my mind is running circles
life is just a mess
I really need to clear my head
to get rid of all this stress
somewhere in the moonlit night
I’m sitting on a star
it’s like watching from a distance
the world just seems so far
I watch the daily chaos
that some would call life
I see hurt and tears and anguish
bitterness, pain and strife
mayhap one day I’ll leave my star
and come down to visit you
for though I live someplace else
I’m still human, too

beguiling cherub, must you haunt my dreams?
you torment the shattered fragments of my mind
I know you’ll never love me the way I want, I need
as much as I love you, you’ll never be mine
my heart begs to differ, but I refuse to listen
because it’s her you love, to her are you kind
still I wonder how it might be, dreaming of you
if I could see your heart, what emotions would I find?

STOP
the ride

i want to get off

STOP
the pain

i want to go on

STOP
war

i want world peace

STOP
the stupidity

people are dying

STOP
anger

i want inner peace

STOP
destruction

i want a place to live

STOP
polution

i want a place for our children to live

STOP
hunger

children are dying

STOP
hatred

i want many friends

STOP
the cycle of violence

i want it to end

STOP
the prejudice

i want to be different

STOP
depression

i am dying

STOP
the homicide

i want to live another day

STOP
the suicide

i want you to promise me

STOP
distancing yourself

i want to be close to you

STOP
the world

i want to get off

the prettiest star
will shine no more
her heart is broken
thrown on the floor

amid her dreams
through restless nights
scores of angels
make soundless flights

to ease the pain
but it will not do
life with out love
hurts strait through

but in her soul
she still can see
lovers drawn apart
like you and me

each lives alone
most do not know why
she looks into our souls
what she sees makes her cry

remnants of a love
of a joy, once there
and it fills her with pain
and strips conscience bare

7 am
cold
wind and snow
hands curled in mittens
late late late

7:23
screaming brakes
2 tickets
warmth

7:30
overcrowded
claustrophobic
hope to get a seat
walkmans and newspapers abound

7:45
bing

cold again

didn’t die today

the knife was just too dull
or perhaps I was

there weren’t enough pills
at least I coulcn’t find them

my rope wasn’t long enough
or maybe I’m too short

doesn’t matter
same end result

Once I saw two dreamers
sitting on a sandy beach,
I wanted touch their hands, their faces
but my hands would not reach
so, instead, I spoke to them
and asked them to explain
the dreams that we dream
and how they bring us pain

“Pain?” one laughed
as I sat down
“dreams are full of joy
and cheer and circus clowns!
they teach us
the value of each day
so we do not sit
and simply waste away.”

Well I got up,
and taking his advice
I ran off, wanting
to live my life
And you know something?
he was right
I enjoy each day
as I dream at night