philosophical reflection
Some call it madness, others call it love,
some call it anger, others call it instability,
all those feelings that play havoc with you,
that result in outbursts for good or for worse,
that neither you nor anyone else can control,
that oversensitivity that people tend to suppress
under fraudulent masks of scruples killing all honesty –
no, let the madness out, if it be madness,
Freud was right, you can't keep anything in
and least of all the truth of ordinary human feelings
that simply have to be expressed,
or the stones themselves will start crying,
the weather exploding, the earthquakes arising,
your feelings are holy no matter how mad they may be,
and the only way to be human is to express your feelings.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-04 at 23:19
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Madness
Some call it madness, others call it love,
some call it anger, others call it instability,
all those feelings that play havoc with you,
that result in outbursts for good or for worse,
that neither you nor anyone else can control,
that oversensitivity that people tend to suppress
under fraudulent masks of scruples killing all honesty –
no, let the madness out, if it be madness,
Freud was right, you can't keep anything in
and least of all the truth of ordinary human feelings
that simply have to be expressed,
or the stones themselves will start crying,
the weather exploding, the earthquakes arising,
your feelings are holy no matter how mad they may be,
and the only way to be human is to express your feelings.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 428 times
Written on 2006-10-04 at 23:19
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