Majestic Madness: Agony to Zest

By Andrea Chenoweth

A journey to the core.
An uplifting expedition, a mission,
Not always a chore when in transition.

An adventure into the unknown.
Unravel your history of mystery.
Sharpen your stone.

Life is a treasure hunt
In search of the missing peace.
Seek. Never cease ...

Andy Chenoweth has overcome many obstacles in her life and is now using her poetic license to help bring others from the depths of darkness to refreshing new heights.

Chenoweth shares a collection of poetry that intertwines her innermost thoughts and feelings with a distinctive style that culminates in unbridled expressions of joy and sorrow. Presented in alphabetical order, Chenoweths poems cover a gamut of emotions and experiences. From heartache and love to addiction and hope, she takes others on an exuberant journey from uncertainty to serenity where self-acceptance is rewarded and healing is encouraged.

Majestic Madness is a unique collection of reflections that shares one womans journey through life as she learned to embrace her identity, trust the Source, and look forward to a future filled with love, faith, and hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Apr 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781480816985

Andrea Chenoweth

Andrea Chenoweth was born in Springfield, Ohio. After overcoming many obstacles in life, she is now happily grounded while on a steady course of coping, joking, and hoping. She resides in Pascagoula, Mississippi, among family and friends. This is her first collection of poetry.

Book preview

57020.png Agony

Fragmented, disjointed, demented tragedy.

In the throes of a catastrophe.

Insanity. Detached from reality.

Rapid decline; a tailspin from the benign.

Misery in the corners of my menacing mind.

Vapid, vacant; drastically descending from the urge to climb.

Torment, suffering, pangs of finality.

Irrationality. Images of mortality.

Anguishing drought, absence of vitality.

Fall from what is familiar,

Down to immeasurable depths of a peculiar

Hall of shame. Confined to consider

Abnormality, apathy, inhumanity.

In another galaxy without gravity.

Duality in my virtual mentality.

Sinking, illogical thinking, shrinking.

A zillion pieces of mind, shattered, without an inkling.

Linking with those who are drinking … to bury pain.

I am with stain.

57022.png Boozin’, Cruisin’, Losin’

Never did I miss the boozin’ hour.

In the shower and up on the radio tower,

Forgetting was the power.

It brought me to my numbest and dumbest.

Amnesia felt like a cure from Doctor Blur.

It blotted out the pain and made me feel sane.

I’d forget my name and all those I blame.

When all was sour, it became the anonymous hour.

I was mystery without a victory.

Made history when I was fitted to be committed.

What a lame game,

Bein’ tangled up and not so tame.

Boozin’, cruisin’, losin’,

I’d get mean.

Heard some screams.

Thought it was a nightmare full of daring.

Could have been filmed as horror flicks,

All for some silly kicks.

Bein’ on the run, I ran out of fun

When I shoulda been home with my hon.

That numb-er brought on a bummer,

Got me drastically dumber.

All we could do was crawl after our brawl.

Yucked up beyond all belief

And not yet feelin’ grief.

They threw me in the can.

My higher power was my only fan.

Boozin’, cruisin’, losin’.

When I thought I was bold,

I awoke in the hold, shiverin’ cold.

I was told that my sense was dense,

Like a picket fence.

Paid the fine with my last dime.

Felt like