Sister of Crazy

They lead
A band of grown people, plotting together while in their 50s and 60s. A combined race with an anger of a past that was not their own. They put together a group in the guise of helping others. In reality they are Robin Hood in reverse. They each have mastered scamming the system, family, people, the needy and pretty much anyone they deem beneath them.

I was secluded at one time with such people. 12 elders as they like to call themselves. Each earning a living in high positions within companies, organizations and the like. Each competing to be the greater one. Each preaching the word while not practicing it. Each judging for they feel the trials and tribulations of their past gives them the right.

They set out to 'help' others. Branding people by a look, a word or a dress style then pressing on their advise, guidance and networking are needed. They set aside a place, charge a fee and then lock the doors behind. A time spent tearing you down, literally, only to rebuild the person as they want them, all the while chanting and praising their god for the great works they did.

If you don't return you are damned. If you do not join their group you are damned.

The unreachable woman
There is a woman close to my heart, a blood line holds us together. An 11 year old event changed her to a bitter, cold and unreachable woman. To others she wears the mask of a victim but anyone that is close enough will see and feel the claws under the cloak.

The blood line
There is a woman close to my heart, another blood line. Her spirit lies beneath the feet of her significant other. Pinned and crushed she barely holds on. Pinned and crushed she barely realizes she is pinned at all.

Me, myself and I
The woman in me, strong and brave, weak and cowardly. A scale that tips, balances then tips again. Holding on to a fantasy when the reality of it is so cruel.

Crazy? Sister of crazy? Crazy rules the world, we merely stand in the way.

There are some of us that band together. When one falls the others distract the beast. Taking turns so we don't all fall at once. Crazy? or Sister of Crazy?
Him
And of the brother of crazy? There is a man close to my heart. He sees not what is in front, the blinders are neatly placed and his ears hear not the wails of pain.

Brother oh brother
There is a man not close to my heart. He looks to where my home rests. Bitter and torn by a woman he bore his resentment toward me. We feel each others presence - we dispise each others connection. Crazy? Brother of Crazy?

At a time when loneliness has become ones closest friend, do you settle for the bits thrown or do you kick it back and let pride embrace you through the night?

Crazy or Normal? These are the things that go on in the year 2009. Most would say it is the norm of today, I say....it is crazy and the crazy rule the world.