Insanity Is

They told me
I'm crazy
like lazy with a neurotic bent
my shame as frogs
born with extra limbs
talking to the winds
shaking in my bed
shedding social norms
like exoskeletons
breaking under the light
of my half-crazed mind
half-sighted blind
they told me

They- they are
a mysterious them
them behind social curtains
social certains that tell
of right versus wrong versus
the timing of my lunacy
the frailty of my thoughts
spilling nilly across
hearts and minds unsearched
besmirched with affective knowing
effective growing in social soils
a mind like mine that toils
and churns the fettered lands
challenges where it stands
has nothing to offer but painted ruin
nothing officially human
only madness where they see
this is what "they" told me

In beauty, as some say
walking carefully through
healing dances that laugh my pain
into quickened recognition-
superstition to the world, but I
dance freely in such spaces
paces matching ancient time
rhythms matching ancient rhyme
and I am sewing up the things
torn open by the world
the sea of faces that ripped open
the softer places in my soul
my dancing makes me whole again
and my poetry is my heart
art walking through insanity
no matter what mysterious others
try to say of me

I am not an affect of existence
purely trained to save balance
clown dancing on your "normal"
but cloud dancing in the skies
I am not proof that you are sane
in comparison to my longing, my suffering,
my pain
I am not proof that you are capable
or culpable, or mean, or good,
because you cannot stand me up
against your soul- against the whole-
and declare my mind unfit
God created and He designed
aligned the heavens with our earth
declared our birth to the angel clans
formed our hands inside the womb
lifts us up from our tombs
carries our souls in His warm embrace
knew our face before we could breathe
and all of that with such mighty ease
that calling one of His creation
an aberration, a sin against all life
or trying to fix it to your own likes
seems to me you're trying to be
a God amongst men, hypocrisy
pointing fingers across to me
damn near idolatry of the human ideology
that's what "they" try to sell to me.

But, I don't believe it- not for a minute
not for a second do I stress
I just do my best and I know
I am dancing in God's own shadow
in His filling grace
my face upturned and ignoring "they"
no matter what society tries to say.