hysteria

Her Hysteria Amazes Me!

 As cool as cucumber she appears,

 At a first glance,

 Wearing the silence of Buddhism,

 All around her emergence.

 

  It’s when she starts smiling devoid of fear,

 A new ‘her’ in her I discern,

 As if a chick has just touched the light,

 Letting beauty be born around her.

 

  Even though hysteria means,

 The outburst of emotion or fear,

 Typified often by irrationality, weeping and laughter,

 Yet her wild laughing makes me avoid all other scenes.

 

  Once started, goes the smile on and on,

 I don’t think about Foucault and the term given,

 And can’t help appreciating the glow on her face divine,

 Akin to the bright ray of the morn.

 

 The child in her starts moving,

 Sweeping away all the melancholy,

 As dense as myriad Arabian nights,

 The very moment she keeps smiling.

 

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the closest you got 

was in your mind

the grandiose stories

you conjured from blind

waving the flag

like a fireside fly

every time you were wrong

with a big fat lie

eaten like pancakes

without any butter

in dreams you were right

with your ego a flutter

the voices inside you

they mirror my own

and your escapade dies

from delusions you've blown

to me it means little

as I see it clear

you're running from something

guilt ridden...like fear?

"oh not me", you exclaim

righteousness on your chest,

because in your small world

you are unlike the rest

always blundering madly

but calm on the top

not a tear to be seen

cause your heart may just stop

grabbing straws like a shopper

on a black friday's morn

to escape realization

that your soul is so torn

do you feel that I know you?

taken residence in your soul?

with your eyes closed like that

I crawled in through a hole

don't be scared, it's a party

and you are the main dish

listen close and be cautious

when making a wish

you may get what you ask for

and so so much more

and next time maybe you

can leave your pride at the door

and make friends with the monsters

that live under your bed

cause there's no other way

unless you'd rather be dead

feeling woozie from pills?

your psyche notes in a tizzy?

lay on this bed of nails

and I'll make you real busy

and tell you a story or two about life

you may fall for it all

as I weave knots in your strife

because words mean so much

to a person like you

bet if life was your way

we'd all live in a zoo

at the end I will promise

to whisper sweet dreams

and then when you wake up 

to fall apart at the seams

yes, I am the monster

and my job is not fun

and my balancing act 

is in everyone

some call me the devil

I let you choose your delusion

but accept me

and you can erase your confusion.

 

 

 

 

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Inspired in the shade of a huge magnolia tree.

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