A Madman's Prayer

In whimsical silences,
In blithe madness,
In quiet desperation,
In unrelenting sadness
Lingers passion,
Passion that fears no consequence
Passion that wills no witness
Passion that knows no bounds
Intangible, unbridled,
It runs wild in the woods
Is it a chase?
No, just a deliberate life.

‘But why’, you ask
‘Why bear the pain of isolation of a private insanity,
The pitiless accusations of those in reign,
Those fowling eyes preying
Upon the dauntless passion you behold,
Those spears thrown to condense you to pillage,
Withering cold, in pain.
Don’t you see, oh! Madman, oh! Maniac!
The blindfold against which you battle
Is but invincible.’

But this incorrigible rebellion that you accuse me of
Is no more than misconstrued exhilaration,
A private affair with madness
Not for anyone to witness,
Only to feed the void in my soul
The void that you possess, but I experience.
You say, ‘but the void is in your soul’…
I say, there is just one soul, yours, mine and everyone else’s.
The void too, is one.
The madness too, is one.
I only dance a different dance…
But the music is one…

So I beseech you
Don’t revile me if I fail to relive your life,
For as I strip naked of your mellowed minds,
And as I break the chains of your hollowed hearts
I expose for myself the bare beauty of your being…
And I marvel at the grandiosity of your petty pursuits
And I fancy your fascination with frivolity
In my misapprehended madness,
I love you like you have never learned to love.