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Brain Damage

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

song performed by by Pink Floyd
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The lunatic and the great.

I dream at night what the lunatic does in day.
I do in day what the great do at night
I am neither lunatic nor the great.
I am either lunatic or the great yet.
19.06.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners.

Maureen Johnson in Let It Snow (2012)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Outta Your Head

All the way back in history
how the girl thinks is a mystery
spent our lives cruising the bars
venus girls and the men from mars
So in all this time did you ever think do the girls sees red
when a man sees pink
and your best lovin is in the past and cause somewhere slow is nowhere fast

Your Outta your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head...
your out of your head
so out of your head

bricka bracka firecracker sis boom bah
here comes trouble in a push up bra
his style is sharp as a coffin tack
but out of your box and your way off track
your a mile away on a mental binge
your catasphrophe is of a lunatic fringe
your still put together its tit for tat
you say its all good but its more than that

Your Outta your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head.........
No out of your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head

So in all this time did you ever think think think think
Your Outta your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head.........
No out of your head
so out of your head
stay out of your head

song performed by by Abba
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Devil or Angel

Sitting here alone, in the swarthy night,
Watching the star along with the crescent moonlight,
I feel I’ve fell down to a dark side of my heart,
I thought I’ve become a horrific person,
I don’t even know who I am,

I thought I’ve became lunatic,
I thought the sun would never rise again,
I thought the night would lead this world to the dark,
But it’s only bundle of my mind,

I’m not lunatic yet,
The sun still rise in the east,
Shines bright to the world,
But I realize something,
I’ve become a horrific person,

The darkness has lead me to the virulence,
Burry down my holy side,
Lead me to the devil,
Lead me to the hell,
Lead me to the eternal torture flame,

I need my angel come back,
Lead me to the light,
Lead me to the benevolence,
Burry down my evil side of my heart,

I really need my angel to come back,
Help me to seize the light,
Help me to get out of this darkness,
Help me find the eternal happiness

But I don’t know where is my angel,
I don’t know who is my angel,
May be my angel is at the cross of these oceans,
Or may be my angel is you…

Fin

poem by Chris Natalius
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A Collage Of Silence

the silence of your heart
spread its wings
ridiculing me and my ideology

from afar...
the laughter of a lunatic
with teeth protruding
pushed me and my ideology
into a state of silent non-being

a handful of petals
from the lunatic's hair
fell on my silent nondescript path

i stood in solemn silence
paying homage to seasons
of perpetual heart
of perennial hurt...

09nov2010
23.20hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Gonna Get Close To You

I like to look at shadows sweating on the wall
I get excited when I hear footsteps in the hall
Outside your balcony I have a room with a view
And Im watching you
I dial your telephone each and every afternoon
I wait by your door till youre asleep at night
And when youre alone I know when you
Turn out the light
Im gonna get close to you
Oh-oh so close to you
Im gonna get close to you
Im gonna get close
You fumble for your keys
Im six or seven steps behind you
Im so close to you
Are you terrified of me? what do I know about you
How did I find out?
You think Im a fool or maybe some kind of lunatic
Say Im wasting my time but I know what to do with it
Its as plain as black and white
Im gonna get close to you
Oh-oh so close to you
Im gonna get close to you
Oh so close
If you knew my infinite charm
Thered be no reason to be so alarmed
Maybe Im wrong maybe Im right
Maybe Im some kind of lunatic
You say Im wasting all of my time
But I know what to do with it
It is plain as black and white
Im gonna get close to you
Oh-oh so close to you
Im gonna get close to you
Im like a hungry criminal
And your protection is minimal
So minimal

song performed by by Queensryche
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Moon Crazed

Oh, Oh! The full moon is almost full bloom.
I know what that means. Get the straitjacket.
Tie me down; lock me in a padded room.
They say I make a helluva racket.
I don't grow copious hair or large fangs.
Wish I did. This way a stake or bullet
Would end my monthly lunatic harangues.
Either suggestion hasn't been tried yet.
It's god awful, controlled by the damn moon.
I become a different kind of person-
Jekyll in the morn, Hyde by afternoon.
You'd think over time that it would lessen
A bit. Yea, right! I'd have a better chance
Of seeing god perform a song and dance.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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A Couple's Choice

last night was nice
there was a blackout
and the house was
so silent, it was hot
and so we opened
the windows and
above the trees
fronting our room
was the full moon

lunatic nights with
nothing but the moon
and our smooth
conversation

at times you realize
marriage is not at all
about sex, sometimes
it is the conversation
that makes the better
bond, soul to soul.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Labelling

labeling is an art form
a breathing for every breath taken away
a laxative for every comprehension constipated
demanding bite-sized of big-picture menacing
stamping caricature on white canvas uncertain.

pointing the whore out of a lover,
the hedonist out of a masochist,
the lunatic out of a genius,
the slave out of a businessman,
the monster out of a patriot.
apparently.

when persona riddles appropriated
for an unburdening from cloak obscure
through blindness claiming sight restored
playing pretend out of blows low
labeling is an art form.

pointing to the fatherless in a whore,
to the malady in a hedonist,
to the awareness in a lunatic,
to the repression in a slave
to the victim in a monster.
apparently.

so this we ought to know:
we are artists.

poem by Chris Jelens
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Well, you create your own persona, don't you? And you have to live with that. But the people that I meet, they don't think that I'm a lunatic. And if they do, then that's OK, because it means that I'm playing the parts all right.

quote by Ray Winstone
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The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums.

quote by G.K. Chesterton
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Paper Boy

Roy orbison
I walk down to the blue side of town
Where there's no happiness, no joy
Down at the end of a long dark street
I saw a little paper boy
Paper boy paper boy
I've got bad news for you
Paper boy paper boy
Me and my baby are through
She was my love my one and only
I feel so bad i'm oh so lonely
I'm looking for my love
I've got my own headlines for today
They've been the same since she went away
"one dark haired angel disappears
She's been missing for a million years"
Paper boy paper boy
So long goodbye
Paper boy paper boy
Thanks for listening while i cry
I feel a little better now that someone knows
But i will go on looking forever, i suppose
I'm looking for my love
Extra extra read all about it
My baby's gone and i wanna shout it
I'm looking for my love
I'm looking for my love
I'm looking for my love....

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Dark Side Of The Moon

Every night we dream of things
half of them we never remember,
but our dreams are only things
our brain is sorting out
what it wants to remember.
The rest are left to visit
the dark side of the moon.

When love comes to us
with all its frills and froth,
then departs with broken hearts.
We always like to remember
the thrill of its coming
and the sadness of parting
is sent to the dark side of the moon.

As with everything in our lives,
we tend to want to forget
we package them together
and parcel them away.
Then on an appropriate day we send them,
on their way to
the dark side of the moon.

The dark side of the moon
where all discarded dreams go.
The dark side of the moon
is where old love letters stray,
to stay forever and a day
on the dark side of the moon.

26 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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The faded identity

I lost it somewhere and in the mirror I watched my face,
It's not me somebody else that resembles the lunatic who drowned in the singing river on a full moon day?

* To those who drowned in shallow waters.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums.

G.K. Chesterton in Orthodoxy
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I'm just some lunatic macaroni mushroom, is that it?

quote by Joe Pesci
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A rich queen and a poor king

The handsome threadbare man who struggled in a slum.
I don't know why I loved him and took him to my palace?
I gave an old king's name to bring him to our own society.
This beautiful witch-Queen dragged me to her palace
and given me an ugly name of a Lunatic.
My halcyon slum is a paradise.
The edge of the heavy crown pierced my head
and I never had a sound sleep
since I came to this hell.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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On the Summit of Mt. Clarence

On the summit of Mount Clarence rotting slowly in the air
Stands a tall and naked flagstaff, relic of the Russian scare—
Russian scare that scares no longer, for the cry is “All is well”—
Yet the flagstaff still is standing like a lonely sentinel.
And it watches through the seasons—winter’s cold and summer’s heat,
Watches seaward, watches ever for the phantom Russian fleet.

In a cave among the ridges, where the scrub is tall and thick
With no human being near him dwells a wretched lunatic:
On Mount Clarence in the morning he will fix his burning eyes,
And he scans the sea and watches for the signal flag to rise;
In his ears the roar of cannon and the sound of battle drums
While he cleans his gun and watches for the foe that never comes.

And they say, at dreary nightfall, when the storms are howling round
Comes a phantom ship to anchor in the waters of the “Sound”,
And the lunatic who sees it wakes the landscape with his whoops,
Loads his gun and marches seaward at the head of airy troops—
To the summit of Mount Clarence leads them on with martial tread,
Fires his gun and sends the Russians to the mustering of the dead.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Another Lonely Night With You

another lonely night with you
we speak to distant stars
we think they know us
and we think they listen

another lonely night we gaze
upon the moon we feel the warmth
of its lunatic light inside our hearts

we keep looking up and not looking
on our eyes we do not feel what
warmth we have on our very side

another lonely night with you
how can i ever tell that i do not love you?