mentalismisfun

The guy in the coffee house He hands you your mocha with a pleasant smile Offers you some sugar with a sugar sweet quirp And you wonder- Who is this guy? He's the lawyer That walks past you in the street And in that brief moment When the light turns green He gives you a nod of the head And yet again- you don't know him. It's only when you wake up in the middle of the night With a terrible realisation You are the madman.

Who am I, To be gay, Misunderstood, Individual, Myself? When all these people Tell me that I Am not normal. -Am hated, Loathed, Despised. And yet, Although they say these things, I am happy: When I say to myself, "I am content."

The Lonely Man sat on the bench And watched the ducks swim by. He thought and sat and fed the ducks As the sun set in the sky. It was a wind swept autumn day, Thus the evening was cold. He'd always visited the park Since he was nine years old. Aged and olden, there he sat, With no close company. Then it was she ambled by And threw a glance at he. His heart sprang back from it's lost grave And it did love once more And then he cried "Oh Marigold!" For Marigold he saw. They both reminisced about old times: The cobbled streets of town, Remembered the old carnival With its hellish garish clown. Meeting once more in a café He

What is normal, But a struggle to be normal? I don't wanna be A trumped up Frumped up Jumped up Moron, Inkeeping with the style. I'm me, You're you: Who give's a damn? Me. I wish that I was normal.

In the darkest corner of my mind, Beneath all sense and memory, There lies a single flitting thought: A spec of creativity Mental process refuses From letting it go, But deep down in my heart I know All it takes is Some small attention To turn it into Great invention This is my idea

They warned us they would strike closer to home. We sat waiting, nervously, anxiously. Then... On the seventh of July: they struck. BOOM. The train explodes, in a rain of fire, of heat, of hatred, of terror, of death. We are reminded of New York, Madrid. We will not live in a blanket of fear.

One is a tiny number Two is a small number Three is bigger than both two and one Four is a bigger number Five is a massive number Six is bigger than five by one!

Gay. What a great word. I am happy with who I am, my personality, My traits, my looks, my friends, my love, And sexuality. Gay. What an ironic word. How can I be happy, When the world is so judgemental? Personality, traits, looks, friends - no longer matter -When you're a label, not a person.