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In strokes of night

In strokes of night
In strokes of night, where stars ignite the sky,
Gerard Wilson sits, with a wild, knowing eye.
His hair, a tempest, mirroring the scene,
A mind ablaze, where madness has been.
A quill in hand, his parchment alight,
With tales of shadows and creatures of night.
From raven’s perch to dragon’s dark form,
His thoughts take flight, weathering life’s storm.
Books stacked high, a fortress of lore,
Whispers of worlds, forevermore.
In Van Gogh’s embrace, a soul laid bare,
The crazy-mad writer, beyond all compare.
 

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Embracing the Chaos: A Writer’s Journey

Embracing the Chaos: A Writer’s Journey

The Crazymad Writer, that’s me, you see,

A brain in chaos, a wild decree.

My thoughts, a whirlwind, a tangled yarn,

A literary tempest in a barn.

The words they tumble, they leap, they fly,

A frantic stampede beneath the sky.

A comma here, a semi-colon there,

A frantic dance on the brink of despair.

I write of dragons with spectacles perched,

Of teacups singing, for them I’ve searched.

Of socks that vanish, a mystery grand,

Of polka-dot elephants in the land.

Why do I do it? The mad, mad scrawl?

It’s either that, or climb the wall!

The stories bubble, they must break free,

Lest I become a footnote in history.

So forgive the frenzy, the ink-stained hand,

The logic lost on this scribbling land.

It’s not a choice, it’s a desperate need,

To plant this crazy, literary seed.

 

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The Crazymad Writer Writes Again

The Crazymad Writer Writes Again

In a small attic, dim and tight,

Sat the crazymad writer, lost in night,

With a quill in hand and ink-stained dreams,

He scribbled softly, or so it seems.

By candlelight, his visions danced,

Characters whispered, fate was chanced,

A maiden fair, a knight so bold,

Their tales of wonder slowly unfold.

“Oh, the world! ” he cried, with a wild delight,

“I’ll weave their fates ’til the dawn’s first light! ”

With every stroke, his heart took flight,

In the chaos of words, he found his might.

But voices warned him, shadows crept,

“Beware the stories, the secrets you’ve kept.

For in the ink, there lies a spell,

In the madness, you may dwell. ”

Yet he laughed aloud, for what did he care?

With a wink at the void, he continued to dare,

For the crazymad writer, with passion so bright,

Wrote on through the silence, a fervent night.

At break of dawn, with the sun’s warm rays,

He paused to ponder, lost in a haze.

“The pages I’ve filled, a beautiful sin,

In the madness of writing, I’ve truly begun. ”

So let him be strange, let him roam free,

In the heart of each story, his spirit shall be.

For the crazymad writer, with fervor he sings,

In the tapestry woven, the wild journey brings.

 

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Crazymad, Crazymad, Crazymad man

An Alternative Christmas Song

Crazymad, Crazymad, Crazymad man,
Penning his tales and telling his yarns,
Laughing and prancing with him and his pen,
Now his Crazymad world has begun.

Crazymad, Crazymad, Crazymad man,
With Crazymad rhymes and his Crazymad lines,
Laughing and prancing with Crazymad hair,
And his Crazymad stare.

What a bright time, it’s the right time,
To pass the time of day.

This Crazymad time is a swell time
To spend your time reading night and day,
Read them mad, read them sad, Crazymad mad,
Reading around the clock

Mix and a-mingle; what a Crazymad feat,
That’s the Crazymad,
That’s the Crazymad,
That’s the Crazymad man.

alternative christmas song

 
 

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