Glowing Statues and Talking Cielings with Life On Sidewalks- by: unknown forgotten

(Glowing Statues)
In the most precious moments of his occasional insanity
He can stop and grin wildly knowing he can escape all the ordinary moments
To peer into the stars and see silhouettes of friends as they sit home all alone
He notices that not many have experienced the wide eyed brilliance of dementia
And the ability to control it at will
Transcending the norm into a realm most persecute and hide
He revels in the moment of delusion and transcends society as he knows it
gleaming with glory, he dances about in seclusion, understanding that everyone has known what he's thinking
Though where he rises above to control the spastic emotions and the violent ability to realize everyday miracles
Most dive down into the dark world and huddle in devastation beneath a blanket of depression
He stands strong, yet staggering from booze, free of all guilty stains

(Talking Cielings)
"Well what's your name?!"
Waving his arms franticly, conducting an orchestration into a reflective window 5 feet away
Pulling off his clothes to stand fully exposed on the sidewalk to the world that hums loudly
"I know you! You look like my friends who haven't figured it out yet.
Maybe someday they'll tell you what I've said to them."
He lights up a cigarette backwards but smokes the entire thing
"The windows are shut. The floor has been vacuumed. The world outside is spinning loudly.
And my soul is humbled. So many things to say. And I've already said them."

In the distance the sound of sirens blare
Wonderful is life when your home is the sidewalk and you mind is blown
He lies down to slumber in a forsaken alley, free of all guilty stains