The Sanity of Crazy

The Sanity of Crazy

Purple patches in the pond at midnight

Echoing voices from beyond taunting me

Green clouds in the sky scudding past a rainbow sun

As we fly between the stars holding hands

Dreaming of the villain who takes the heroine

Smoking orange weed into the night

Riding the bicycle on the river made for two

Singing tomorrow’s song that I love you

Reading between the pages of the unpublished book

Following all the mysteries that can’t be solved

Flying over fields in the cloak of insecurity

Hoping for a wishing star other cannot see

Fat flies eating up the ointment revealing truth

Wilting flowers on the pavement newly cast aside

A policeman on a bicycle belting out ‘Rawhide’

Little fish with red hats swim against the tide

The Speaker on the floor with a Rastafarian hat

I’m with my love so I don’t care about that

She’s been brewing magic mushrooms on the stove

Making the best use of her botanical degree

I hear you tell your friend my brain is scrambled

But I think you can’t think clearly any more

See we still got our love and we don’t care

We left your crazy world and found our own

Where mystic memories of magic are grown

We found each other in the sky and we’re not alone

Escaping the madness of your world of destruction

Where you’re waiting patiently for an alien abduction

Burning up the planet and you don’t give a damn

Starving millions yet you think you know who I am

Boasting with pride it ain’t genocide

Dropping bombs and watching as children died

Sitting on you ass you should be down on your knees

Asking for forgiveness but you have no shame

Yet you are the crazy one who is calling us insane

Copyright: David Hopcroft January 2025

The Left Hand Side of Crazy

The Left Hand Side of Crazy.

He’s living on the left hand side of crazy, going blind.
Where love and hate are inexplicably entwined
Where raging fire might coexist with ice
Interchanging every moment at her whim
Just one more crazy throwing of the dice
Though the odds say that he can never win
Like the insect locked in amber
Love is sealed away from him.

He’s living on the left hand side of crazy, going blind
Where love and hate are inexplicably entwined
Believing he was born with Adam’s sin
His very existence partnering with shame
An inquisition tortures from within
The rack that he created is to blame
Devils determined he exists
And hid love away from him

He’s living on the left hand side of crazy , going blind
Where love and hate are inexplicably entwined
Unicursal mystic paths so benign
A journey unwritten in his gospel script
And trusting to the labyrinth of his mind
Seeking secrets hidden above the crypt
Where freedom breaks out from silence
Love within the spirit found !

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© David Hopcroft May 2010