C.R.A.Z.Y. …..Or Not…..

A broken brain,
Truly insane,
Or so they think,
And so from associating with you,
They wholly abstain.

A real weirdo,
Talked about to your face,
By insinuation and innuendo,
That has caused the majority,
To give you lots of space.

Psycho is,
As psycho does,
At least that’s the way,
The story goes,
Well fuck it,
May as well give them another reason,
For their woes.

A real show stopper,
Though some would say,
Off your rocker,
But don’t let that stop ya.

Getting the short end of the stick,
Has gotten you labeled a lunatic,
But it’s what makes you tick,
So you should go with it.

Called unbalanced,
And totally just not right,
So their anger,
You unknowingly invite.

Supposedly nutso,
But let that lie go,
‘Cuz it’s not so,
Deranged might be strange,
But your mind is fine,
Don’t let them have you believing,
What they say they’re seeing.

Not identifying as one of them,
Is not necessarily demented,
You have been misrepresented,
But the fibs they have invented,
Have unfortunately been cemented,
And they’re enjoying seeing you tormented.

Undefined

Black and white,
Black for wrong,
And white for right,
But there are things that aren’t fitting,
Of any category,
Every part of life,
Has that gray area,
Where there are exceptions,
And depending on one’s perception,
The deed may garner glory,
Or it may be a deception.

Say a person,
Goes out one night,
And is involved,
In a fight,
It resulted,
In a death,
But no one knows,
That the supposed victim,
Manufactured meth,
That killed the friend,
Of the one we now seek,
To apprehend.

It’s an area,
That can cause hysteria,
Nothing’s black or white,
It’s all ill-defined,
And confuses the mind.

It’s gray,
Where things could sway,
And play either way,
No one’s certain,
Thoughts of which side of the fence,
A verdict could fall,
Leave everyone in suspense.

You’re in between,
Saying yes or no,
It could  spawn nothing,
But it may cause a row,
Maybe no one else would recommend it,
How will you know though,
If you don’t give it a go?

Imagine saying no,
But you said yes,
To that potential beau,
Whether it’s bad or good,
Is as of now a bit fuzzy,
Yes it went,
Against the rules,
But it hurt no one,
And not to do it,
Would have made you a fool.

So you don’t follow the crowd,
And to the majority,
You make no sense,
You live life,
Off the straight and narrow,
It’s not exactly proper,
But neither is it,
Exactly unlawful,
Would you rather hide in a shroud?
Or stand up straight and be proud?

You’ve always said you would never,
But never say never,
Because well,
Maybe,
If it was one hell,
Of a worthwhile endeavor,
Hey that’s that gray area,
Coming into play,
So……….just……….whatever.

Weird, But It Works……….

Prayer and whiskey,
Does that combo sound crazy?
Oh but darling, trust me –
It works splendidly!
Now add some sunshine to that mix,
And you got perfection, bitch.

Laying in the sun,
While sipping on a strong, strong drink,
Then thought of a prayer,
Just sent it up,
And the problems disappeared,
Right into thin air.

Even if they were still there,
I would not fucking care,
I wouldn’t feel them anymore,
That’s for fucking sure.

I’ve got that whiskey numbing my blood,
And protection,
From the Lord above,
I’m golden,
Thanks to the outlets I have chosen.

Good to go,
Because I’ve let it go,
The shit show,
Has all but been forgotten,
And it’s fuckin awesome.

The Most Difficult Easy Task In The World

Sort of like the color blue,
He’s acting bold,
Kind of like navy,
Then another day,
I’d describe him as more pastel,
Listless and boring,
With nothing to say.

Snow ,
Whether slushy or fluffy,
Can be compared to her,
She’s much the same,
As the color white,
Because like that,
No matter what’s going down,
Be its consistency boring, annoying, cold, or stuffy,
Her color’s hues barely vary.

One changes face,
To fit the situation,
Everyone is a fan,
Because he always fits,
As the ideal man.

The other is the same,
One hundred percent of the time,
Always speaking her mind,
Fake is not her kind,
She cannot do it,
No matter who would approve it.

Apart anger boils,
And progress spoils,
Then when face to face,
All seems to get erased,
Brains go blank,
The only thing in mind,
Is this attraction they chase.

He feels unworthy,
Of her beauty,
Uncool and past his prime,
And that she may just want,
To bleed him out of,
His last dime.

She feels unaccomplished,
Almost stupid,
Next to him,
He’s so educated and polished,
It leaves her,
Speechless and astonished.

Each day this is left unchecked,
One or both is vexed,
Please guys,
Just meet in the middle,
Once and for all,
Resolve this riddle.

Something……….I’m Not Sure What……….

A blazing beam,
In this trying time,
Is what I fantasize of finding,
But I guess the fucker is hiding.

It can come in the form,
Of divine intervention,
Or a human,
With decent intentions,
………If either even exist?
I don’t know…….on that I am torn.

Something bright and sunny,
And sweet like honey,
Pleasant like pin money,
Rather than bad like blood money.

Rocks are being thrown,
So far I’m dodging,
And they haven’t broken any bones,
Fingers crossed,
That they never quite hit home.

Hmmm……….
What is happy,
And could make one forget,
That recent hands dealt have been crappy?
Anything that pushes,
Some positivity,
Would be positively welcome,
Something that’s strong,
And shoves this shit,
Down where it belongs.

It can show up by day,
Or by night,
Even give me,
An awful fright,
As long as it makes,
Life flow right.

Luck of the Irish,
Rain down upon me,
As though I’ve captured,
A leprechaun,
Or ran across a rare four-leaf-clover,
While walking across my lawn,
Turn things around,
Please pull me out,
Of this imaginary ocean,
In which I find myself drowned.

Under a spell,
Originating,
From the depths of Hell,
It’ll take something magical to smash it,
Like a unicorn,
Blowing a mighty horn,
Or a centaur,
Dead set on winning a war.

Trying to hit the nail on the head,
By filling me with dread,
Things coming,
From all sides at once,
Hoping I’ll stay bummed,
And never resume,
Happy hums,
But……….fuck that shit!
………. Surely I’ll soon shake this yuck……….