Songs of Madness

Thinking about ‘madness’; in this context it is about anger and distress written over many years mostly a response to someone else’s turmoil.

Chrysalis

As I emerge

The brethren sweep

Behind the shadows

Preparing soft metal

Dust piles for spinning

And spin they will

Without restraint

When I escape

 

Shadows close

The race is on down

Ignoring déjà vu

I have a head start

©JohnDaniels

A reaction to a weird drama on TV so long ago I have no idea what it was called, but do remember the final scene which this recreates in mood.

 

Vision

There is a door

somewhere

in my head

I saw once

closed tight

©JohnDaniels

After talking about what lurks in the mind.

 

Fragments

silent is the morning

where they lay

holding back

the sounding walls

 

did you say

the view is black?

 

found the fragments

like unforgiving choice

alone on some spiral track

 

to the left or

to the right?

you can not tell

the way to move

to the front

or to the rear

is all the same

the stuff of

recurrent fear

 

this space

rough and smooth

strewn with tears

is not yours

 

yours is stillness

beneath the stars

among hands

that raise but

do not hold

 

©JohnDaniels

This you will have to think through for yourself, no clues given.

 

The following carries a warning as it may cause distress or even triggers.

Brink

What do they know

They have no idea

Fucking Bastards

 

I will show them

Then they will

Realise

The Fucking

Lot of them

They will see

 

They will blame

Me

As usual

Well it is my

Fault

The lies

The deceit

And the loathing

The whole fucking

Mess

Is mine

 

They know nothing

They can’t do anything

I will do it myself

Just let them try

Don’t tell me what

To do

 

You just bring me

Down

Cos I’m worth

Less

 

I will wait for the night shadows

To infiltrate the sweet darkness

Through the shutters and

Curl inside my mind

Consuming

The tauntings

Every ounce

Is taken

Gone

I am

void.

©JohnDaniels

I did think hard about whether to include this one. This concerns the sibling of a friend and I tried to work through a potential thought process. I have no idea if this is close to the reality, but it is my way of dealing with the story.

 

Stop

Black descent is held at bay

By stillness unmoving

Focused stillness

 

In dwelling thought

Rotation finally settles

Chair like

Curtain like

Secure like madness

And melted time

Flips and slides

Unseeing.

©JohnDaniels

That time you can’t sleep or get things done because your mind won’t let you.

 

You and me

No skin scars for me

Whip wheals of redness

Nor electrode burns

 

No need

 

I have the withering seed

Voiced deep in love

And fear that grows

Secretly

©JohnDaniels

This one is personal, but will resonate with many.

 

 

A Whisper Away (In Memoriam)

Did you first hear it

curled and stripped

was amnesia brought

on by your debut?

He was only a whisper away.

Did you recognise

the cooing voice on

those nascent ears

was the tune new?

He was only a whisper away.

Did you share small

talk of growing pain

and was it enough

to carry you through?

He was only a whisper away.

Did you have secrets

too awesome for others

and were they better

for the telling?

He was only a whisper away.

Do you still listen

listen and mouth

the words for him

who is only a whisper away?

©JohnDaniels

I knew the daughter who put the phrase ‘Only a whisper away’ in an ‘In Memoriam’ insertion in the local paper on the anniversary of her father’s death. She had a troubled time and I used the words to explore this relationship, this conversation.