One madman makes many madmen and many madmen makes madness.
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One mad man makes many madmen: many madmen make madness.
Ambition is a drug that makes its addicts potential madmen.
quote by Emile M. Cioran
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Gazing Out
I gazed out over the crazy sea in halves,
Faint breezes witnessed me as well,
Inner youth was a commodity, in surplus.
But she marries the wrong man, in this stand
Called understanding, so take him in where they begin.
Utterly comforted as the sun, it was gazing and stargazing,
Openly committing folly under the sun and stars,
Like a world of men and women in unity.
Carnage planned children from the start,
Stretching the limbs of madmen and sanity.
Filled with pain and bliss, the madness of a person
Is so laughable and so tame, you will be in tears.
She felt the youth of her soul in a period of doubt,
But the madmen have approached her and taken lives.
poem by Naveed Akram
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All The Madman
Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground
Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high
'Cause it's such a long way down
So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all...am I?
Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my E.S.T. makes three
'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content they're all as sane
As me
(Where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds
In a cellar...dark and grim
They must be very dim)
Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that it's real
Then ask me how I feel
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all
Don't set me free, I'm as helpless as can be
My libido's split on me
Gimme some good 'ole lobotomy
'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen
Roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content
They're all as sane as me
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le Chien
Zane, Zane, Zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le Chien
song performed by by David Bowie
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Rosalind: Love is merely a madness and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
line from As You Like It, Act III, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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All The Madmen
Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground
Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where its pointless to be high
cause its such a long way down
So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
Im not quite right at all...am i?
Dont set me free, Im as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my e.s.t. makes three
cause Id rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
And Id rather play here
With all the madmen
For Im quite content theyre all as sane
As me
(where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds
In a cellar...dark and grim
They must be very dim)
Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that its real
Then ask me how I feel
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
Im not quite right at all
Dont set me free, Im as helpless as can be
My libidos split on me
Gimme some good ole lobotomy
cause Id rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen
Roaming free
And Id rather play here
With all the madmen
For Im quite content
Theyre all as sane as me
Zane, zane, zane
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
song performed by by David Bowie
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Animal
'This city is an animal, fierce and complicated. To understand it I read its droppings, its scents, the movements of its parasites' -Rorschach
Living in the city
one loses oneself
amongst buildings, darkness
and madness.
City of madness,
inhabited by madmen
and the madmens children
seek their escape
in fantasies of happiness
where everything is pure.
Their methods are scorned
but in their worst state
reveal the worst truth,
City of loss.
poem by Emmanuel Stone
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There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.
quote by John Dryden
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Materialists and madmen never have doubts.
quote by G.K. Chesterton
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Calumny is only the noise of madmen.
quote by Diogenes of Sinope
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No need to plough and sow madmen, they grow by themselves.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
quote by Alexander Pope
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DEPRESSION Makes me.......
Depression makes me feel pain
Depression makes me stupid
Depression makes me feel low
Depression makes me mad
Depression makes me sad
Depression makes me forget world
Depression makes me tensed
Depression makes me lose self control
Depression makes me hate everyone
Depression makes me think over and over
Depression makes me feel lonely
Depression makes me think wild
Depression makes me worthless
Depression makes me sick
What does Depression give me?
When it runs high…
It will make me Die - REST IN PEACE…
poem by Annie Juliet
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Depression Makes Me
depression makes me feel pain
depression makes me stupid
depression makes me feel low
depression makes me mad
depression makes me sad
depression makes me forget the world
depression makes me tensed
depression makes me lose self control
depression makes me hate everyone
depression makes me think over and over
depression makes me feel lonely
depression makes me think wild
depression makes me worthless
depression makes me sick
what does depression give me?
when it runs high…
it will make me die - rest in peace…
poem by Tashi Coote
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They used to be seen as insane or unthinkable acts of madmen. But if they take place they'll be called ""war"" too. And there will still be no conventional war.
quote by Bruce Sterling
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The numbers are a catalyst that can help turn raving madmen into polite humans.
quote by Philip J. Davis
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My Soul’s Possessions
I have the possessions of the world,
I speak for life on this clay that sounds,
My madmen surprise nobody, for they glow
As the words are righteous for them to be.
Drive us from the thorned bush,
Bonds of slavery arrive to claim,
And the come back of our event
Teaches the madness of the times.
Departures keep coming and despair
Is singing like dance, souls leave
To find more comfort with the only request.
I drive all souls to their worlds.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Gloucester: Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind.
line from King Lear, Act IV, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1606)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Depression Makes Me
Depression makes me feel pain, Depression makes me stupid, Depression makes me feel low, Depression makes me mad, Depression make me sad, Depression makes me forget the world, Depression makes me tensed, Depression makes me lose self control, Depression makes me hate everyone, Depression makes me think over and over, Depression makes me feel lonely, Depression makes me think wild, Depression makes me worthless, Depression makes me sick, what does depression give me? when it runs high- it will make me die-rest in peace..
poem by Nathaniel Hayes
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