The madness of dem old cold bones
rattling in the frozen
icy night

The madness of Jack Frost tonight
frolicking through the winter garden.
The madness of this late hour
and the madness of "back to work"
on the elongated graveyard shift manana.
The madness of the ghosts in the cold thick fog
beseeching the gods
who could care less.

THE MADNESS OF ASSEMBLY INSTRUCTIONS FROM CHINA.

The madness of way gone brother Fritzi standing tall and musically adventurous in high walled electronic studio color melting collaged in last night's dream. Why would we say to him "yes, this crazy piano is fantastic, but if you want to make any dough you might have to compose for weddings"? Very perplexing, seeing as he is dead and obviously happy as a clam doing wild music - but then, the madness of the thought that you still are required to earn a living when you're dead! NO! NO! NO! It can't be so! No rent in heaven, please!

The madness of Novembular moons,
midnight winds and shredded clouds
racing across the belt of orion.

The sweet madness of flaming orange and gold
and firey red and cool mist and fresh rain falling
to wash the bitter madness away
and signs of democracy
coming back to life.

The madness of employers who don't understand the meaning of "cost of living" adjustments to wages, even when you spell it out to them.
MADDENING!

Madness, the of

THE MADNESS OF THE VOID.

the sweet sweet madness of autumn leaves tumbling down in October rains.
the sweet sweet madness of the last peppers picked.
the sweet sweet madness of that dream about the naked lady.
the sweet sweet madness of a rare sunday off from the madness of temple of wages.

The madness of debates.
Debating the madness of shameless lies.
The Wall Street scam is in full flower.
WHAT A BUNCH OF CROOKS!
The real story of the bailout is found between the lines. Fat cats scrambling to protect their hordes.
But patriotic crooks, I'm sure.
Sarah Palin is a crook.
She attempts to steal votes by bullshitting. And oh yes, it was her superhero, Ronald Reagan who brought us the deregulation that is causing the economic problems now - Clinton (Bill) did his share to move the deregulation along in '98... sad but true... one might want to take a closer listen to Ralph Nader these days, although I will vote for the dems because fewer people will suffer....

So what else is new?

The madness of her demented evangelical brain.
Is she pregnant again?

Bailing out of this madness.
But look, they have a 700 billion dollar parachute!
Ah, a gentle landing for the poor fellows.
It calms the worried mind to know that the rich
are looking out for the rich by trying to scare the living daylights
out of the little people.
The madness of being the frightened little people.
And while we're at it, the madness of Chinese milk products.
Connect the dots:
win an off-shore bank account of your very own!

The madness of sleeping with your sneakers on, just in case there's a run on the banks

The Madness of government institutions bowing to the corporate will in complete obedience to do as I say or else with the people's money for huge bailouts of private entities that do not represent us but rob us of our tax dollars and throw others out of their homes and deny us health coverage. The madness of corporate fascism is here, folks.

Madness Maximus here.
Be kind to a bank.
Send them money.
Especially the presidents of the banks.
It's what freedom is all about.
(the madness of freedom, that is)

The INCREDIBLE madness of Wall Street.
It is quite obvious to me that I must become so large an entity that the government simply cannot afford to not bail me out. I will from this day forward endeavor to become larger and larger by the minute. You, the friendly taxpayer, will gladly, with a song in you voice and a smile on your face, foot the bill for bailing me out of any miscalculation that I might make in my headlong rush to amass vast quantities of money. I Thank you in advance for the madness of your cooperation in my times of financial tribulations.
Beat the rush and send me cash in advance of my difficulties.
And of course,
THE MADNESS OF THAT DAMNED LITTLE YAPPING DOG THAT IS LET LOOSE BEHIND US EVERY MORNING FAR TOO EARLY TO "YAP YAP YAP".
Over and out.

MADNESS MADNESS MADNESS.
It's as simple as that.
Here,
there,
and everywhere.

The Madness of Republicans cheering in the coliseum
like Roman gladiators with blood drooling from their tongues,
spouting the same old rhetoric about
the right to life and the evils of abortion
boasting for more drilling of oil and calling it independence,
raising their arms in the air like bombs ready to explode
and destroy the rest of the world.

THE MADNESS OF THE MADNESS OF
THE MADNESS OF THE MADNESS.
The madness of the moth
flinging itself against the light bulb in the studio.
It's us.

The madness of big airlines in control of your life and destiny
restricting you from making a change of when to leave or arrive
The madness of search and seizure for anything that may be
a post 9-11 terror tool to take down a plane like a fingernail clippers or
file or scissors or a small bottle of shampoo or a tube of toothpaste or sunblock,
I've had it all confiscated before because of my refusal to follow their stupid rules.
The only thing I fear is the price of fares going up and all the penalty fees and extra charges added on just to check a piece of luggage.
And then I wonder if I'll see mine when I get off the plane or will it be missing when the rest of the passengers luggage comes down the conveyor belt?
Don't bring your own water bottle of good filtered water straight from your own tap because it too will be confiscated. They got one of mine.
Pass through each checkpoint and remove your shoes and empty your pockets and raise your arms up and spread your legs apart while they run the scanner up and down you from head to toe to see if you might be carrying a dangerous weapon or any such device that will be considered a threat to national security.
I've got a copy of Kurt Vonnegut's A Man Without a Country.
They will surely see that as a threat no doubt.
Any book or pamphlet or printout stating the real facts and telling the truth will be considered a threat to national security and you will be yanked out of line and held for questioning and interrogations afterwards and will have missed your flight.
Any piece of literature that questions the motives and actions of your own country will be considered dangerous material and you could be one of them even though you don't wear a mask.
The madness of it all just to get to Montana to see a cousin
who I shared better times with before all this came down and
a 90 year old aunt and uncle who grew up with the Model T and raised horses on the high plains.
I would choose to drive there but gas is high and i'm getting old and my eyesight ain't what it used to be and time is of the essence.
The madness goes on.

The madness of sweltering heat in Noise City.
"Arf arf, bow WOW!"
yes, it's the dog daze of August here in the heart of N.C.
where blaring music from the roofers and hammers and saws from the
carpenters and the sirens and the yelling keep things lively here.
No, never a dull moment in old Noise City.
THE SKY IS MELTING!
No wait, that's just my eyeballs sweating....

Oh yes, the continuing madness of NOISE CITY,,,,
A saga of the decibel dimension.
Deja vu fireworks exploding down the street;
The gung ho home improvement guy behind us hammering away at 9:30 p.m.:
Hip hop blast off imminent at any time.
So it goes in the hard, mean streets of NOISE CITY...

madness be:
going from whoreville to International Prostitution ...
slut to the all-American dream
and the all-mighty greenback that worth at least a dime nowdays
wishing
but forgetting what it is to dream ...

The madness of dragonflies.
Exquisite madness!

FOURTH OF JULY FLASHBACK

BOOM BOOM BOOM BANG
CRACK WACK POP FIZZ
SIZZLE WHIZZ
KABOOOM!!!!!!!!!


And then it is quiet for a few milaseconds
until the next explosion.

Sleep tonight is totally out
of the question.

Hey where's your patriotic spirit anyway?

Who said I was ever patriotic anyway as far
as patriotism is defined in our country's
distorted perception of things?

The madness of mad dogs and Englishmen as they venture out into the noon day sun.
The madness of the sun scorching afternoon
and the gardens begging for a drink.
The madness of heat waves and thick hot air.
The madness of fitful stuffy sleep and dreams of bizarre economic formulas.

THE MADNESS OF BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
as the cherry bombs and other patriotic explosives
attack the night.
The dogs and cats, and the wild urban critters run and hide from it all; I join them, but it is to no avail, as
THE MADNESS OF BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! follows us everywhere tonight.
The celebration of NOISE and drunkenness has begun as Amerikans salute their freedom with a beer and a firecracker.
Beware, all creatures of a gentle nature; tis a day and night ahead that will sorely test your spirit.

THE MADNESS OF NOISE CITY.
Welcome to NOISE CITY,
where NOISE is the way of life.
LET'S HEAR IT NOW!
Ah, NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
How sweet it is to live in NOISE CITY.
What's that you say? You'll have to speak up;
I can't hear you!

The madness of my attempts to compete in the olympic trials in the 100 meter toilet flush.
The madness of the traffic around town.
The madness of the hype.

the madness of forms
pages upon pages
written in some legalese language yet to be deciphered
to be filled in -in duplicate
notarized
and forever binding

The madness of the unexpected.
Sometimes simply divine,
sometimes dastardly diabolical.
We are the targets.

THE SUN IS OUT
AND THE LUNATICS
OF NOISE
ARE ALL ABOUT

THE MADNESS OF INERTIA.
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO

The noise of the corporate media
feeding us more lies
the noise of gunshots and sirens
wailing and screaming in the night
and the noise of combustible engines
running out of fuel, gasping
in mechanical cries,
choking the air full of
too much noise already

THE MADNESS OF
ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.
I find myself in an inclusive mood tonight.

NOISE!
the madness of.
The madness of this insane asylum where the inmates job is to make noise; lots and lots of noise. And the inmates are good at this job.

The madness of.
The madness of.
The madness of hip hop HELL!
Of course it has its place,
but not in my ears, PLEASE!
I'm cut from a different cloth;
my sensibilities are diametrically opposed.
I don't care what they put in their brains via their ears, but please leave my ears out of it!
The madness of this culture going down down down the drain. Swoooooosh....
Ah yes, spoken like a true curmudgeon: I ADMIT IT. Gladly.
We have seen clearly what the madness of NOISE and brute force have wrought upon the varied beings of this wee planet. And yet, the humans proceed full speed ahead with more NOISE and brute force. Lemmings. Idiots. Suicidal freaks. Inmates of the insane asylum of the milky way.
Crank it up! FASTER! LOUDER! FASTER! LOUDER! FASTER!
WE ARE THE ASTEROID!
behold our impact...

The madness of the politicians and the madness of their promises and declarations of righteousness.
Old enough now to have seen and heard this madness way too many times. The forked tongues and the gilded lilies.
It's a contact sport without much contact with the real issues that loom heavily over our fragile earthly domain.
"HOO RAY for my candidate! And damn the rest" - It's damn maddening.
and the price of rice just went up
again...
As usual, i will be casting my vote for the one under whose "leadership" fewer will suffer. No illusions of real and profound progressive change. Getting too long in the tooth, and too jaded for those kinds of empty hopes....
amen

The madness of the ship going down with madmen and tyrants intoxicated with power manning the controls and all the passengers on board trying to stop it as the glaciers melt and the ice caps disappear and civilizations go under, the captain and his crew at the wheel steering into the inevitable storm brewing on the high seas with their gun sights aimed at the next island of gold and treasures, soon it will be all over.

The madness of memories in the moonlight.
Memories of the madness.
The madness of the moon.
SHINE ON!

The madness of each and every molecule comingling in this gaseous vapor that surrounds the great void.

MADNESS:
i is part of it. Madness comes from waiting for information, for decisions to be made (and to made public) that are relevant to you, your future, your life. Information is a precious commodity, and big BIZ knows not to give away anything, even if it's worthless, but if it really is precious - ain't no way that stuff is getting out for nothing. But the madness is not limited to the waiting, rather the expecting to hear, the Expectation that never seems to come.
MADNESS:
i is part of it. and you are too, you just may not know it yet. and there is more Madness when that reality hits, and you wonder how the hell did you miss it, when it was really so obvious. You missed it because you wanted to believe in the right thing, in the goodness and honesty of people. However, that sort of crap doesn't apply to the big BIZ boys ... welcome. The door is open and you have entered into
THE MADNESS ....

-zk

The madness of BABIES WHO HAVE BABIES!
In this case, it's the madness of homeless folks who have more babies; specifically, homeless teenage breeders. It may sound harsh to some, but my mantra in this regard is "MANDATORY BIRTH CONTROL!"
Gees, will the cycle ever be broken? I have my doubts, and every year at this time, those doubts are not dissuaded one iota.
It's the madness of homeless family camp out at The Temple Of Wages.
I say, yes, give them shelter, but please give them condoms and a little sound advice, even if it is not mandatory (although, the madness of it is, that without the "mandatory" part, it doesn't go very far)....
It is heartbreaking to witness the little kids and their inept "parents" who can barely deal with the situation they find themselves in; the result the old hormone stampede and no common sense.
Go ahead, copulate, but PLEASE, please don't populate. Enough is ENOUGH already!

so ya wanna know about madness? i'll tell you it be that you find yerself wanting to believe this Bozo-crap coming out of them closed doors of BIG American business. Wanting and actually starting to believe. This is the worst madness of all... the starting to believe, because something deep down in yer ugly guts knows the kick in the balls is just a heartbeat away, even if ya don't see it coming just yet.

zk

Mere Madness

MADNESS SPRINGS ETERNAL!
Eternal madness.
Madness, eternal.
Spring's madness.
On the ride home from work late last night the madness of a hoot owl high in a cedar tree
on 12th avenue.
RODENTS' BEWARE!

seasonal equality

The sweet sweet madness of the vernal equinox bursting forth in the blossoming cherry and plum trees... the madness of the promises of spring as it sets about warming our cold and weary winter bones. The madness of a culture that manages to ignore this cosmic phenomenon, opting to change the channel to American Idol. Such perverse priorities!
I vote for THE MADNESS OF SPRING! Oh glorious spring. Sexy spring!
I am giddy with its sensuality, mainly because i happen to have the day of the equinox off this year. Otherwise, i would be grumbling about the usual B.S. at the temples.
BUT WAIT: what's that i hear coming down the path? Yes, tis the madness of Easter, and the madness of the littered aftermath scattered helter-skelter throughout The Temple Of Wages.. perhaps it's all cleverly designed to keep me from getting just too damned giddy.
I will defiantly rejoice in the madness of the equinox.
What the hell....

The madness of chocolate Newman bars that I’m addicted to just like popcorn and corn chips

The madness of tropical mosquitoes carrying dengue fever and West Nile Virus

And the madness of polar bears swimming in deep waters trying to reach the last shelf of ice that’s starting to break away

The madness of the moon rising and receding behind the storm clouds

The madness of women and sex and no sex but too many women to chose from until there are no choices left

The madness of back roads going nowhere special and too many highways and freeways all going to the same places

The madness of going back home to a place that’s not really home and never has been

madness - i tells you it's manuals that are as clear as mud. it's directions that seem to be missing a step (or two) at critical points. it's the order form that doesn't have an address, only a website ....

madness - it's no quality control at the factory. it's salesmen that do not know what they are selling. it's the sale, money in and who cares if the customer comes back.

madness - it's trying to do something right and not knowing the exact steps .... so it gets done three or four times before it gets right - mostly by accident.

zk

The madness of that dream about the baseball player (shortstop) who chased the ground ball into the ocean, which was short center field, hit his head on a rock and died.The runner was safe.

Oh yes, the madness of the city bureaucracy, that in the end treats you like an uncomfortable corn on the foot of their plans. They just want you to "GO AWAY, and don't bother us anymore! Can't you see we're busy here eating donuts?"
The madness of our attempts to get a wee bit of justice out of "the system".
HA! That was madness!!!! Our futile madness.
The madness of people who should be ashamed of themselves, but who instead take some sort of twisted pleasure in causing other people discomfort.
Yes, the crazy madness of our discomfort, and of their utter shamelessness.
The madness of neighbors.

The madness of 59 orbits and who knows how many more to come..
The exalting madness of the first asparagus popping up in the march garden..
The madness of each and every moment that passes...

the madness of thousands of GMO corn fields in the Midwest
which supply the nation's fast food chains and junk food
industries
the madness of corn fed cattle penned up in feed lots
and the obesity of Americans raised on a diet of fat and starch
and the madness of the billions of gallons of fuel consumed
to produce the monoculture crop of unedible kernels of synthetic crap
while starvation continues in the millions around the world
the madness of corn and more corn that is not even corn but some
frankensteinian creation from the chemical labs that resist
pesticides where no living organism like a worm or bug can live
and the madness of the chemical runoff into the rivers and waterways
and more corn for high fructose corn sweeteners for sodas and fast food burgers
to consume on a daily basis to grow fatter and fatter until we explode
like a huge balloon of shit in the pants capitalism

THE MADNESS OF OVER-RIPE BANANAS!

The madness of places where you do not belong.
The alluring, toxic madness of new car smell.

In memorium

The madness of beloved friend and artistic cohort Fritz who blesst the void this week.
The madness of the pain and suffering that haunted him lo these many years.
The madness of his bent and twisted back that tortured his spine and muscle.
The madness of his tenuous grip on the reality of this world as his ailing body devoured his mind and spirit.
The sweet madness of the memories I carry with me of his great creativity and insight into the madness of the human condition.
The amazing madness of his creative abandon, and appreciation for the bizarreness of this all-too-often crazy world we live in.
The madness of last conversations with him, a ghost; a defeated ghost.
The incredible madness of his portrayal of "Dr. Hans Groper" for the camera in the short film "Camera Surgery".
The madness of my inability to save him from himself.
The madness of the love we will always feel for Brother Fritz as his molecules rearrange themselves and his spirit blesses the void.
The madness of it all....

The madness of mega big box chain store mania before Christmas
And the madness of Jingle Bells and Oh What Fun it is to ride

Ride ride ride out this madness out to the far fringes of the four dimensional universe where time stops and time never begins

The madness of dark clouds rolling in burying the sunlight when the days are too short but long cold and wet

The madness of cappuccinos and Mexican mochas and vanilla and chocolate lattes and sleek shiny new compacts and big SUVS

The madness of gift cards from Starbucks, Borders, Target and Home Depot

The madness of two days out of the year of good cheer and Silent Night and Away In The Manger when everything appears warm and friendly, generous and full of good hearts and compassion

The madness of Santa Claus hanging from the cross with a sign that says
Santa Claus died for your Master Card

And what ever became of Jesus anyway

The madness of car salesmen, especially ones named "Chik".
This guy was born to be a car salesman. Nothing else.
The madness of internal combustion engines and the madness of the need still.
The madness of walking into a car dealership and realizing that you have been abducted and instantaneously transported to an alien planet. The inhabitants
of that planet are not like you. Clever robots.
It's a land of shiny make-believe in a world of harsh realities.

Madness minutes miles meaning more moveable meanderings minus
mush minds mathematically mutated momentarily missing Mozart.

The madness of small spaces inside the crevices of my mind where I’ve left old memories behind that are slowly beginning to emerge from the depths of my consciousness

The madness of more rain beating down in the middle of the night and the cold winds and stormy afternoons and fir tree limbs snapping off

The madness of the old fat mangy long haired gray cat outside my door crying and whining for more food saying FEED ME FEED ME!!!

The madness of my old Toyota pickup using more oil and fuel and demanding more repairs to get from here to there

The madness of people coming and going in and out of doorways everywhere

The madness of the same old everyday routine and the old familiar streets I’ve been down too many times before

The madness of my pen running out of ink when the words finally come rushing out of my brain to put down on paper and then I lose the flow of thoughts like a river drying up and all the fish and birds dying.

My oh madness, madness of rat -a-tat-tat on the slumbering mind.
It's the rat-a-tat-tat of the political woodpeckers drilling holes in your head, looking for a vote.
Here's the mad deal I offer them: I'll vote for you if you vote for me.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
Theat's where my 2:00 a.m. madness is at....

over the moon

The madness of tossing your lasso at the silver slipper of a moon and just missing.
It was your only chance.

i tells you what MADNESS has become. it's congress having hearing about cheating in sports, about drugs in sports.

it tells you there be drugs in the streets. there be cheating in pool halls. does congress care about that? hell no, that ain't the money game, the spotlight game, the re-election game.

it tells you liars be in congress, and all of 'em ain't on the witness stand. and does newspapers, or ESPN cover that part of the story?

i tells you, madness is simply listening to all this crap and not going mad, or worse, almost caring about it.

-zk

MADNESS is simply sanity unconfirmed, unbelieved, unaccepted.

so here we stand, a bit of sunshine in a world of grey, or is it vise versa. Not that it matters, because we are not to be beleived nor trusted. we are the symbols of madness itself. for that, we are to be rejected, refused and rebuked.

Madness is the Amen before society acts.

More Madness (cont)

The madness of dirty politics as usual and too many opinions from newscasts and panels of analysts predicting who’s behind and who’s ahead according to the polls like sportscasters predicting the outcome in the playoffs of football
The madness of cold mean streets and drug addicts and homeless victims caught in the wheels of madness spinning faster each and every day
The madness of the prison industry and the minorities waiting on death row
while the white collar criminals and CEOs of multibillion dollar industries go free
The madness of the burning sun with the absence of protective ozone-
I have to stop here and take a break

More Madness (cont)

The madness of everything and everyone and someone with a gun in a mall or a church with their mad gods of power and anger to blow someone’s life away
The madness of plastic and styrofoam floating on the ocean’s surface
The madness of oil wars and transnational corporate armies and the 21^st Century Gestapo of Blackwater
The madness of refusal to cooperate in the International Treaty to stop global warming

The madness of scandal upon scandal and the corporate news media telling the world about the personal lives of Britney Spears and Paris Hilton rather than anything of real truth or substance
The madness of the judicial and legislative branches of government taken over by the Neocons
The madness of the FCC becoming nothing but another strong arm for the corporate media
The madness of the secret prisons of torture and water boarding
The madness of the CIA destroying the tapes of tangible evidence for incrimination
and spying on its own citizens

The madness of Zionism and the chosen ones building walls to conquer and divide and commit genocide
The madness of suicide bombers and the heavenly hereafter
And the madness of money and power and fascists of capitalism and greed and all the other isms and religions and militaries of God and Oil and Land
The madness of 70 billion more dollars for the funding of wars in Iraq and Afghanistan with plans to attack Iran

The madness of insomnia.
The madnes of the cracks in the bedroom ceiling staring down at you.
The madness of the neighobr's BRIGHT back porch light illuminating the night, and your house. The madness of her inability to turn it OFF!
The madness, in general, of neighbors.
The madness of the pulse thumping in my ears as I cram the ear plugs into them to drown out the madness of the noise from the heat pump next door.
The madness of the dream that finally came.

I regret to inform you

The madness of regrets, not to be confused with the madness of misgivings, which in fact don't really qualify as "madness of" emotions (misgivings are light weight ponderings that contain within them the possibility of things working out in one's favor; regrets are the real deal; they can do you harm and disturb your sleep).
The madness of regrets.
Regrets, those slobbering jaws of the past clamped on to your ankles, dragging you back into the unforgiving swamps of yesteryear.
The madness of regrets are married to the madness of "if only's"....
If only we had no regrets.
I regret to say that this is quite unlikely.

Still More Madness

The madness of the Super Bowl
who's ahead and who's behind
The madness of the gamble
who's got the best money to
win the game
The madness of Super Tuesday
if you listen too long
you'll go insane
The madness of who's ahead
and who's behind
or who's got the most millions
and the best lies
The madness of Super Tuesday
and Black Wednesday
The madness of the political pundits
and the mad commentators on the news
telling the populace what they want
them to hear
They all give me the blues
The madness of the verbal attacks
and all the cheers
The madness of the same old rhetoric
and the word change over used
and abused
For the times ain't a changin
and the pure madness of it all
continues

The madness of Laize Faire capitalism.
The madness of "anything goes" capitalists with one dimensional minds (they must be martians!)..
The madness that they spread throughout this land of ours.....

The madness of black ice on midnight pavements on the ride home: the madness of keeping the two wheels steady as the moon glistens off the ice like crazy diamonds in a sea of darkness. The crack and crunch as the bike tires dig for traction. The madness of this winter beauty and this anxious, slow ride home through empty frozen neighborhoods to a warm meal. The madness of the couple standing in the middle of 12th Avenue at 1:00 a.m. gazing up into the heavens as I ride past saying "looking for UFO's?" and the madeness of their quiet amazed laughter... The madness of January, yes, the cruelest month of all (except for T.S. Elliot)...

More Madness (cont)

The madness of a dim light burning in a corner coffee shop in the early morning as I’m trying to read the morning’s sad news with my aging eyesight

The madness of laptops and i-pods and cell phones and digital conversations empty of heart and soul

The madness of another day of work with the cold driving drizzle coming down and the wind beginning to blow

The madness of lawns where moss is coming back trying to proclaim it’s original territory and those homeowners who are hooked on grass and chemical fertilizers

The madness of solid moving traffic coming to a halt like a logjam on a river and all the engines idling, belching out more CO 2s into the atmosphere as the summer heat rises off the asphalt

Mad as the driven snow.
Mad as the hatter.
Mad as a winter's sunset dissolving in pale shades against the shrouded horizon.
Mad as hell.
Mad as a three dollar bill.
Madness of the economic "kick start".
Madness of midnight in a freezing night's dream.
Madness of the neighbor's bright patio light left on all night.
Mad as the smile on my face.

More Madness

The madness of a creative slump as I’m sinking down inside the thick slimy ooze of stagnation and all other matter is frozen solid with no thaw coming soon

The madness of the pain and agony of the world sitting here trying to forget where I am or who I am on a cold dark lonely night with no one to talk to and no place to go

The madness of waking up too early and pissing in the middle of the night because I’m getting older and can no longer sleep like I used to

The madness of my digestive system going berserk, moaning and groaning like a wounded animal with my intestines feeling like they’re on fire

The madness of inevitability. None dare call it fate. Fewer yet call it karma.
It has to do with the future, that nebulous place where the tracks of our lives are leading. One wonders, on occasion, if those tracks are perhaps already laid out before us, invisible, although at certain times, and in certain situations, and in certain mental dispositions, visible to us. Have we been here before, as the boys sang about? Are we reliving our personal dramas, possibly trying to get something right, or, possibly just trying to find the way out? Is it the madness and curiosity of the Grande Puppeteer in the sky that keeps us rolling down the tracks, chugging along on our bitter sweet excursion through this particular life? "No strings attached"; I'm not so sure.
Tick tock; destiny rides the clock....

The buzzards of madness circling the frozen january skies looking for an honost meal at the right price. The madness of hunger, and the hunger of madness. Yet in the midst of it all, a stark beauty clothed in the midnight icy trek home last night: the moon, and the roiling void and the burning, raging stars held in its impossible grip, all defying human hope and faith give me reason to believe in the force of life in all its bare boned reality. THE MADNESS OF REALITY! The beauty of one cold moment under the dome of the indifferent heavens. HOO RAH FOR SUCH A MADNESS. Hoo rah for such a solitary moment of respite in this "winter of our discontent".

the madness of
NOISE!
never ending noise. noise like a stampede raging down the road, trampling over your meditations and contemplations.
"In the begining there was NOISE" - and there shall be noise in all its grotesque manifestations all our born days. NOISE, not to be confused with sound. You dig?
Shhhh. It.
noise
noise
noise
and yes,
MORE NOISE!

the madness of.......IF.
and the madness of....IF ONLY !
The madness of these two has surely driven many a human mad with desire, regret, wishfullnes, chagrin, embarrassment, longing and so on and so on and so on...
If only I could get some sleep......

Today's study in madness is Lies - Official Lies at that. Union Officials, Corporate Officials, yep ZR, even City Officials. An official lie is much better than a run of the mill person-to-person lie.
It carries clout. It carries power and it carries dishonesty to a greater level. No white lies in this territory. It's the mega lie era now, bigger than a Whopper, bigger than a Big Mac. It attempts to  venture into legendary status. After all, there is the past Official Lies that must be bettered. It's a sort of BIG BOY competition. Too bad for the little bastards that believe them and get squished as a result. That's also part of the game, learning not only to tell the lie, to believe the lie, but to be calloused to the consequences, as long as the consequences are not on your immediate (and manicured) hands.

OK, so i'm mad and still believe that honesty and honest effort mean something. i am certain there is still time for a change, though once you get to be an old fart as myself, that sort of time is very limited. And besides, i am heading off to night shift this weekend, so the only time i have belongs to Officials of one sort or another anyway.
zk

The madness of talking to the city about our little neighbor problem, which we have come to accept is a losing proposition. The madness of a polite city "nuisance" complaint official, who "understands" our concerns, but seemed to me to also understand that nothing was probably going to break in our favor. NOISE RULES! seems to be the norm..
Yes, it has driven me to the edge of madness, a place where insanity is the norm. Therefore, i seem to be being driven sane ("normal"), by the above equation. It is a collosal waste of time, but then so is so much of what we are forced into spending our time doing by the forces of MEDIOCRITY... speaking of which, back to the madness of the jobs Friday night...

Madness is -

i is standing at the gates of Heaven. St. Peter idly chatting about the music section, as he reviews my life-long list of deeds .....

oh - No, it's not St. Peter. It's the toothless gate guard (that we affectionately call "Fang") checking my ID. It's not heaven, but the gates to Whoreville (the real name of the papermill it seems).

this is madness. No, the foreman says, this is reality and i need to get my ass in gear.

Madness is not knowing where you are, what day of the week it is and how many more nights you have to work. This is the reality of Whoreville. There is no difference.
zk

The madness of make-believe: divine and diabolical... The madness of attempting to lift the veil... there will be more regarding the madness of make-believe soon. For the time being, I will simply say that in the best make-belive fashion, all is well in the neighborhood and that it is because of the profound evolutionary nature of the human condition that the gods are compelled to come to us for the answers to their nagging questions about the meaning of it all.
"once upon a time..."

It's the madness of last night's dream, which seemed to hold the key to something, but as luck would have it dissolved into whisps of brain fog drifting away into the aether as I awoke. The madness of attempting to piece it back together, to arrange the pieces of the puzzle. In another dream last week I was transporting the dead, in a van, although they were "awake" and seemingly content. they did sit very still. But then some substance, like raw eggs landed on their heads and I had to stop and clean them up. They seemed unfazed by it. The madness of raw eggs on the heads of the dead.

It's snow, snow snow madness of snow... flittering, flaky, fluttering snow
in the twilight time. It'll be the madness of bike rides to work tonight, and the return much, much later. Beautiful madness, this snow. Hope to be still saying that in the wee hours when I head home from work!

Tonight we have the madness of the barking dog at 11:00 p.m. in the patio of the evil apartments next door to us. The hip hop crazy tuffs have left their pit bull in the small enclosed patio and gone hip hopping and rapping somewhere. The dog is not happy, and the dog is barking barking BARKING! The madness of trying to decide whether to call the cops, and perhaps suffer the consequences of revenge, or just sit here and try to excrete my madness via this blog. Is the world really getting more disrespectful, or am I just getting older and grumpier. Both I suppose. MADNESS! MADNESS! MADNESS!

The madness of beauty. What it does to our senses and how it moves our emotional beings in ways that defy explanation. How it gives us a pleasure divine in its singularity. The beauty of the silver slivered moon suspended in the southwestern winter sky. It transports ones very soul, momentarily albeit, far from the trials and tribulations of this modern mad life. The madness of beauty is exaltation. It is good. I can dig it. I AM MAD FOR IT!