Insanity



Insanity insanity purest form of gravity
Keeps the world straight in a delirious haze
Visions of clarity seen in double
Watching eyes and quivering limb
Wandering in a timeless maze
of sincerity, politeness and hate
A world of pain we wish to uncreate
Following a map of fog and dim
Furious over our wellpaid sins

Sincerity, politeness and please weep
The wound stretches further and is much too deep
Trembling hands can't hold a glass
And a frozen nose smells no grass
The wounds bleed more violently
and are much too deep
And I for now
only wish....to sleep

Lonely spirits stalking me
there is nothing left to sow
the seeds have all flown away
it's nothing strange
nothing peculiar
It happens every day

Lonely spirits stop stalking me
There's nothing left inside of me....

Yesterday I was breathing fire
Today I simply decline.

It was interesting to say the least.

I really liked the first line, and the piece as a whole actually.
I think the only line in it I didn't like was "A frozen nose smells no grass"... it didnt have the overall feel of the piece, and seemed a little corny.
Also I dont like way you repeat yourself in the second stanza, with the "much too deep"... It appears as if you lacked inspiration there.

Anyway, a good piece of writing.

I'd appreciate a comment on my poem if you could spare the time. Thanks.

Hello Meklo, and welcome to Mind-Brain. We are happy to have you among us here, and thank you for joining us. Silke is my wife, and, if I may, I would like to clarify a few things on her behalf:

Silke's first language is Swedish, her second language is German; in this poem, she is addressing, in her third language, after translating from Swedish to German to English, visceral issues of pain. That is to say, anything addressed in her poetry is actually true; she bears witness as a survivor of horrific, unimaginable abuse and torture. I believe perhaps there has been a degree of linguistical misunderstanding between the witness of her heart and your reading of the words which result as they appear on the page. I should also point out that she created this image which accompanies her poem.

At the moment, Silke is suffering from cancer in the hospital, and is so sick that I thought I would speak on her behalf in this matter. I hope you will forgive my presumption. Silke is, by training, a mathematician and historian, holding doctorates in both those disciplines. That she is also an excellent poet in our own as well as two other tongues, as well as a gifted illustrator of her own work, is a continual source of inspiration and wonder to me. I know you will enjoy getting to know Silke and her work better, as you spend time with us here on the site. Again, welcome.

Solidarity.

Silkchen Mausi: Please forgive my presumption in speaking on your behalf to our new member, above; I just thought it timely that a few clarifications be made, that we might all know one another better. I love you (and I love and understand your poem profoundly). *SKWN*

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA

Just This

I find it to be such an irony
To feel my anxiety floating free
While it holds me down as it were in chains

Anxiety is born through labor pains
And I am the only one to feel them
But Silke you are the one to heal them

Anxiety cripples me and binds me
In a prison of my own construction
Anxiety tortures me and blinds me
And would lead to my complete destruction

But now I have the promise of your love
And now I have the heaven of your kiss
As deep and velvet as the one above
Tonight and it is all I need... just this

...for you, Silkchen Mausi,

with all my love, with all my heart,

always, always, always...

Deiner +Baby

*SKWN*

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

I come onto this board to read poems from various writers. I also go to the Critique and Erotic boards, the latter being pretty hot, and I must say I'm getting tired of everyone playing professor and feeling way too free to rip stuff apart. Frankly, I liked it much better when people complimented each other. This is art. I'm no artist so I come here looking for a quiet stream of someone else's thoughts.

Kevin in Texas can disagree with +Goofballs politics but it is a respectful disagreement and doesn't use terms like "lack of inspiration". I don't see the world as Silke sees it, and no one else sees the world as I do. We are all a little different from each other. However, I can take Silke's words and thoughts and plant them as seeds in my imagination. What develops is a vine connecting the writer and me. That vine allows the poem to touch me within my life.

I don't know about anybody else but I sure miss the love.

Well, here comes so me LOVE

I truely LOVE this piece!!! Silke, you are talented and I enjoy your wtriting. I am in AWE that you write SO well in a language that is not your first. Amazing...you are amazing woman and dont let ANYONE stop you or put you down!!!

Love,
Dara