Are you Crazy?...

Gee I loved this one its Obscure ... but I like it ... I will be back later tonight its dinner time here so I am being hunted to the table lol love and biggest hugs Jayne x x x x

"Prisoner of the master-mind" Dear Mr master mind, now mind there are things you oughtn't to know like the briar patch's great big festering toe and the frog in the soup you know, what the Tar Baby said we know, but the rabbit wouldn't let it go he battered and bashed till he stuck so go on past that load of muck. (Uncle Remus) A funny little thought of yours Sir Gee you have been hallucinating or was it something, or was it not something or was it? Like the coming and going of sunlight, glanced light on things otherwise unseen in corners and crannies, like dreamed things lost, lit up for a moment and in your case(?) frightening, prickly, shh!! sneak past, but if not take the bull-by-the-horns, and see what happens to you as you turn over and over and over the thought in your masterful head and fall back into bed. Enough said. Thought provoking dear Sir geezer good, we need lots of those masterful minds in the King(Queen) dom of Noepoet land. I give you my hand to kiss, not the orse, just this! Ann hiding behind a mountain. Love to you, did this one puzzle your wife?

Howdy Gee, Hoarders. I have been watching that. I have known a few, others that just lived in filth. And not one of them would have picked it, they were just too stuck to move past it. I can understand that. I can understand your poem. I can also see how it relates with sanity in general. Most of the time it is some borderline disorder that just peeps in occasionaly. I suggest adding the term Borderline somewhere. Could convey alot in a very little. But honestly its all good, so I don't know where. lol Julie D.D.

Borderlining a divan briar Just a thought Julie D.D.

creating small impossible creatures with magic, some call it poetry, I certainly do, Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

That program is addicting... I don't want to watch it, but I can't turn it off, wanting to see how or if it is resolved. I had no idea until I watched the program. I admidt it: I ave a poem fetish, simply can't throw any of them away, so the universe loses them in cyberspace. ;-) Gee, your poem addresses & speaks of the underpinning to all our foibles... who minds the mastermind? THe person we think we are or the person we create by our surroundings? Nice work. ~A

the downfall of many....very well written. Funny what things inspire us to write, isnt it?