Lunacy Ready Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

There's a freedom to madness
a sort of romance that lingers between the ranting
a breach between the senses that unhinges the soul
bound by a sea of tears and foolish dreams
being of here and now but not at all there
falling further and sweeter into the temperance
into the reverence of the passing twilight
finding bliss within the mocking of self and perfection
sighing with vitality the ignorance of innocence blurred
and purged beneath the waves of sanity misplaced and found
unlaced with glorious fantasy

There's an overtaking of breath and imagination
that compliments the ill and fortifies the fanatic
that cools the verse of the tongue
only to free the language of whispers
and silence well spoken for and written about
Madness has taken the night as captive
and I its willing witness to declare forgiveness
along the transgressions of the fleeting and eccentric
And well into its deliverance, well into its exodus
tarred and feathered tenderly below the warmth
of one's asylum, there in lies peacefully the majestic
of my mind.....