Bold and healthy madness descends
It’s watching over me
It’s reminding all of me
My soul’s exposed
And now I can’t pretend

That voices aren’t discussing me

Do you feel
You don’t love me anymore?
Can you feel
The courage to let me know?
I do feel
The unwanted attention I bring
But I don’t understand
Why I’m not worth being told
Reversed critical observations

But I welcome them

The voices keep running to me

Violent screams, almost silent
Whispering through your ear
Drums leading to broken percussion
No bass, no soul
Stringing along and wandering through
A communication breakdown
With quite a few exceptions
Drawn to your soul
Directionless wanderers
They are

Voices discussing me

Reality is immaterial he says
Shoot this stranger with a gun
Rifle through your thoughts
Barrel through your mind
Readjust your sights
Recycle the actions
There’s a pumped up kick
Get ready to squeeze
And don’t you dare fucking run

You piece of shit--

There are too many voices discussing you!

Not too many
Not too few, my new friend.
You all have a role to play
Either keep me in the night
Or blind my darkened eyes by light
Teach me something and I’ll write
We’ll find reality it isn’t immaterial
I put pen to paper and it’s a real, powerful love

My friend, who are you?
Why haven’t you joined the voices discussing me?

I prefer the shadows, the feminine twilight
Hiding amongst your creative endeavors
I amplify the masculine within
Can’t you see? I’m the words on the page.

I’m the leading voice discussing you
Now I’ll let you be

Thanks for silence.
The voices are no longer discussing me

Until next time

Until next time