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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 1 We say the word, “mental”, like we would spit. But there are no pills for waking dreams; the pills that we could only take in dreams to take us to another place as yet imagined as everything the tortured soul could conjure. And perhaps we are so strong the torture is our heartbeat. The waking dreams like baseball bats might beat us into ditches of self-loathing, then lie with us the way dark friends would do and tell us there is comfort in familiar suffering. We can touch the mental like a weed and treat it with the swipe of energy that only comes when arms react to smite the one that would threaten them. 2 All things come to those who wait, the adage goes and so we do as we are told and hope there is trust in the world. But as we twiddle thumbs and scratch our names in wood that never was a tree we are the silent ones: the kids of parents who imagined that what they'd heard and spoken and done-- the slap, the strap-- would do the trick in place of hearts that never cared to beat. 3 “Mental Illness” is the phrase they use for ignorance; not knowing what to do or how to do it. “I did all I could”, they say in the face of ruin and imagine they are right because the cannot know responsibility or competence or caring. Art is colors on a wall. Music is notes pounded on some keys. God died the day he was invented and the children of the living must now wander as the spawn of negligence. We can only hope that somewhere souls remember and that through the years they grow to be an army to claim what bodies have survived. 4 “F**k you”, I say to beauty or anything else that passes for conviction or truth or hearts we tell ourselves that we possess. Beauty is masturbation. Love is the perversion we ejaculate in darkness. I would be glad for one true voice that says that heaven is at hand and mean the painted streets as gray as any dawn we'll ever see is all we can expect. Tell me one good cup of coffee is Nirvana and I'll drink it and be thankful to be free of chains that bound me to the rock of longing.
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