Acceptance

Of love of late

A madness that falls down

Someone says I’m mad

I hear it cause I’m mad

And I say, is love, tho,

Not a complete throwing to the wind?

A risk, a dare, a belief?

To an elf, poesy

To the Spanish, duende

In madness

Where I accept myself

On my knees

Cracks open the shell

Of joy, which lies, locked within the heart

You say I’m mad, society

I say the modern world is already old,

Grey, near dead,

Lost long ago

But I’m here, mad feeling

Paints my heart

Rainbow of colour

My spirit spectral, fluorescent portrait

Ramjet, bird, fly, I’ve unlocked your cage

With a strange key

Madness that flies unruly

Mystical love

Wow now fantasised in leather religare