Guided by noises

I have come to understand that some people have silent thoughts in their heads,where others hear voices speak to them in whispers and sometimes out loud like actual persons.
There was a time when i thought i could leave my mind behind,and live in the space between realms.
After a while,i started hearing voices,and i realized my time in space had done something odd.
Today i have to listen and be observant to what the voices tell me,to get things done.
It is like my mind is out there on a satelite in space,sending me voice-mail through the atmosphere.
Also there are many satelites out there,and sometimes,i recieve mail that was intended for someone else.Now that can be difficult,because Its not always the funny stories,the wahas and the whoo-hoos.

Im positive other people will come to hear voices,in time.As im not the first and certaintly not the last.

Some people believe hearing voices is a sign of damage,or an illness with many advanced  names.
And surely,there are people who suffer the consequenses of hearing voices,as they can tell you ugly things,evil things,and even use your fathers voice to enhance their effect.
But then there are also voices that backs you up all the way,and with such charm and humour that it makes you fall in love with them.
There is the good parts that makes living worthwile.There are the happy ghosts,and the kindred spirits,who loves to entertain their next of skin.
Its not all bad,as some folks would have it.

i think the most difficult thing in the world is trying to be normal
and living a normal life,when there in fact is nothing normal in this world.
this is where madness makes angels with broken wings

I remember loosing sanity as a burden being removed from my shoulders.
The madness and the hell was all inside my belief in a normal world and a normal life.

I realize i was dreaming a dream that wasnt mine
it was a program designed to make me
someone that someone else would
appreciate
in time


i awoke from that dreadful dream
like a child
on the  first day of spring

i stumbled into the world
like an infant
still drunk from
mothers milk
and with a nasty
case of hiccups

but my mind was
like the sky
on a clear
day

i could hear
for miles
and i swear in the
crooked ear of Captain
McFlannigan
that i could
hear dolphins
song

i even
heard rumours
being spread
among the flowers
that i was
complete
loonytoon

when i stopped
and tried to convince
them otherwise
they just aughed
their heads
off

but i can live with that

i have heard birds
laugh
from the trees
when they see
me tumbling down
lifes rocky
road
balancing on
two feet
and somehow
a head of
myself