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The Madness
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
The Madness In the nightmare of some madness comes a moment of the mind when colors fade, stones dissolve, events compact in Time to weigh upon the pumping heart’s plunge before a sin whose gravity steals the rational mind’s breath to suck you in. And there you stand, trembling without motion at the brink, morality pushing hard against the pull of what you think. Out from that chaos crashing comes a thought on mounted wings to rescue sounds of sanity so confused by wrecks of things. ‘Tho faint and brief its life to live like breaths of single words, it grabs the thunder’s lightning strike and stills your hovering bird. And in that glimpse of clarity flash the colors which unfade, events outstretch and stones fall-in to march the mad parade along a road of rubble where the thought finds that lane which leads back where the real is just a step-over into the sane. Namyh |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
quote:Self-control versus moral 'standards', has always been a struggle. Some acclimate and do well in society and clearly, some wish to function with their own set standards. How the two get along determines whether 'to war or not to war'. Madness, a good topic well written Namyh. 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Ticklefingers - I wrote this for when we step on a surface that causes us to slip and there is some reaction within that makes us reach out to grab a table or a chair to save our fall before hitting the floor. The learned say it’s not too different from how we save ourselves from the madness of falling into a sin. Whoa! That’s heavy even for me. Your words have ‘tickled my fingers’. Namyh |
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