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Blessed are the Mad
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"If you are not mad I think you should go"

Blessed are the Mad Blessed are the mad is what I maintain Those to whom one does not need to explain Because they are mad they already know If you are not mad I think you should go We cannot help but look but look away Forgetting to remember what to say But that would be as if anyone knew And anyway what could anyone do? They said what it was was kill or be killed Looking away as if looks could kill me As the will of God nor did they bill me For what when I look back was to thrill me And the lucky little bastard remains To feel empathy for their labor pains By which the blood is shaken if not spilled If looks could kill me looking to thrill me No one was billed since both of us needed This primal therapy which succeeded In lifting us up from the commonday Which we found out was nothing but today Left down on the ground it refused to stay But rose anyway if only to see What it might be like if it were to be Noncommonday noncommonality Comfortable in nonconformity Fashionably formed in deformity Diminutive within enormity Formed in my fashion they tell me by God Walking the catwalk but meowed at as odd Which seems odd if I were designed by God Since God would be a lot odder than me Blessed are the mad is what I maintain Those to whom one does not need to explain Because they are mad they already know If you are not mad I think you should go +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on April 3, 2009

Hasn't there always been genius in madness? Isn't it in our creative frenzy that we are most at home? When we're frothing forth riddles and prose for no other reason than we must? Who can say what's mad? For me, the madness lives in the minds of those who live deliberately uninspired lives - and by that defninition, you are anything BUT mad.

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on April 2, 2009

Walking The Catwalk Is Exactly Narrow Path (God) Put You Me All On...

Remember (God) Threw Out The Rope
Either You As I Hang On To It
Or Simply You (All) Hang Yourself In
The (Lasso) Loop......................... c 1979/2009 TRASK...

And Most Certainly Most All Of You Will Do
Exactly Just That -- Hang Yourselves In The Loop...

Write,Write Lance...

TRASK...

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Steven, we have to be a bit mad to survive.
A fascinating and somewhat maddening write.
-gene.

Reviewed by Cynthia Buhain-Baello

I can relate to the madness. Great poem and fantastic idea!

Cynthia

Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)

Hi Steven, I guess I'm not going anywhere then! There is a little madness in everyone, if they care to admit it or not. Great write, and to the point...

In Spirit,
Bear