A wild zebra over a rainbow,
colours and sings a melody.
Black and White realities, don’t accept the grey.
And you put on an invisible robe so you can be transparent in a world that scratches at the vulnerables ears, trying to tear at their hearts with fear. Intimidate. Retaliate. Manipulate.
Bi?
Bi-polar? Number plates remind me of the torment of the broken mind, in its ups and downs and twists and turns.
Reaching out for a hand of acceptance but seeing signs around of closed doors were we dare not go into for fear of the blank canvas faces? Like the girl on the news now dead for weilding a knife, by authorities that didn’t know how to speak into her precious life.
Confusion in a world that yells, to a soft heart that sits and dreams. Of a world of gentle floating favour and flavour, away from the danger of confides of mans minds that lock up the vulnerable, restricted in straight jackets of beliefs without freedom to be real.
Hearts screaming inside for mercy. Set us free. We want to see. Let us be. I feel the deep searing heat in my heart of hot knives. Each judgement of view carving stars into my heart of how will we reach them? The Special ones?
Drowning in words cast over my mind like spells, but are they? Curses? Can we break them and fix our broken dreams? Sticks and stones and glass houses shattering glass around, as I dance and dance my way into your arms.
Matthew 25:35-40 The Breakdown version
35 For I was crazy and you gave me some of your time, I was delusional and you gave me something to drink, I was psyco and you invited me in, 36 I needed an expensive harp outfit and you clothed me, I was sick and you were still my friend, I was in mental prison and you sat with me without judgement.’ 37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you scitzo and help you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a mental case and invite you in, or need of resources and help you? 39 When did we see you posting mystical content that made no sense or in picking fights at the pub and go to visit you?’ 40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
