Best Sanity Poems
For you, I carry heavy issues difficult to bear;
varied themes with bleary depths as carved by you.
You want me to dismiss all darkness you name light,
to secure your pride’s weight in my ocean of shame
and declare aloud your behooved truths are priceless.
There are no limits to all that you diminish
in me when holding me immobile for your use,
to move me around as your desires so choose.
You know I struggle to be free from your rules,
you have read my clues but are completely immune.
Floating as tossed in your issues, I feel ropes securing
agitation upon all my twisted, pushed and pulled guilt.
You intend to keep me crippled in this fashion.
I often tread in my dream threads wishing to swim
far away from the darkness you always fasten.
Someday, I will lose you as a nightmare captain.
Yes, I will disengage, I will make that truth happen.
You will sink or swim in seas you cannot harm or please,
that roll aloof despite your achieved skills to control
and I will thrive living a sanity scrolled, honest life.
Don’t leave me here alone with my thoughts
entangled,
ensnared
wedged,
caught
The roaring whispers
the screeching silent shouts
Please stay a while longer
My soul is crying out
Thoughts
they're racing
they're playing
tumbling through my mind
Silence
absconded
misplaced
I cannot find
Peace
be still
I will seek thee
Do not leave
For
jealousy
suspicion
paranoia
disbelief
My thoughts
they lie
they steal
they cheat
corruption
deception
fraud
dishonesty
Reasoning
plays coy
Sanity
has
forsaken me?
Oh God please take these racing thoughts from me,
Please stop the inner turmoil please.
Why do I always feel this way?
What do I have to do, what do I have to say.
Why does my life have to be so hard?
Why do I always have to feel on guard?
It doesn’t seem fair, it doesn’t seem right,
That my mind has to always be in this eternal fight.
I’m tired of worry; I’m tired of pain,
I’m tired of feeling like I’m always to blame.
God please give me peace, please put me mind at ease,
I can not take it, I didn’t ask for this disease.
Wandering aimlessly through life…
Scars of memories drop like a knife…
Forks in the road where I always went straight…
Misguided souls who I would frequently debate…
My hands would feel their way into temptation…
While my feet stepped over contemplation…
Endless visions that my eyes drink in…
But always playing on the border of sin…
Till I pick a side that can hold my sanity…
I’ll just walk in a world without vanity…
Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed
With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse
Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more
My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song
Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
Such bitter tea the cruel sea can steep
and I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep
I took my sanity out for a walk today
And it seemed to slip my mind
We haven't been getting along as of late
And I hate it when it hides
If it were up to me
I'd keep it locked up all the time
With my sanity out running free
There's no telling the trouble that it'll find
This isn't the first time this has happened
Not the first time it's escaped
Followed by wild eyed giggling and non stop laughing
As it skipped along its merry way
So if you happened to see my sanity
Would you kindly send it home
Me and its next of kin "In"
Are starting to feel a little paranoid
Sanity is in fact the default setting
When dust settles
And dawn rises on a new day
Sober minds and eyes
Waking to see what needs being done
The hard and often dirty work of life
And not the wishful wistful dreams
Of hope and change
(11/7/24)
The outside world waiting,
Full of sublime buildings and parks,
As she sits upon the dusty sheets of the bed,
Eyes bloodshot and hurting,
Stomach rumbling,
Nights spent wide awake,
Days spent within the confines of a small room.
Her mind has a grip on every part of her,
Until its claws make her bleed,
Until she is forced to face her past yet again.
Sadistic, masochistic, pessimistic,
It kills every moment of true joy,
Because how can such a moment be real?
How can it be real when there is
This and that and another this,
To worry about,
To cry about.
This spring comes not with blossoming trees
And the warmth of the sunshine upon one's skin,
But with the ability to understand
The manipulative ways of her mind.
The darkness has become so banal, so cliché,
That she can only laugh about it.
Every single laugh is a victory
For her barbaric mind.
When Searching Depths Of Mind Questions Its Own Sanity
Go to the green, green blades of grass
Speak and watch the sunbeams obey
There in the mountain top, a frigid pass
What beast did brave boy David slay.
In rainbow-cast deserts wind swift blows
Its flying roses into an old silver jar
O'but nobody that tragic tale knows
Why the hell we are where we are.
What on earth do we darest to desire
Golden halls and living to ripe old age
To not gasp when others admire
Some vanishing letters on a torn page.
When spirit fights to soothes the aching soul.
Just who fired the shot from grassy knoll.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 27th 1974
my sanity seems to unravel
like frayed shoe-laces on a rainy day
I keep tripping on in the mud
but when I go to tie them
I find myself barefoot
rooted in an unsatiable lust
for something other than reality
a blood-letting of sorts
a scream that dies
before it escapes my throat
my struggle is not one of boredom or regret
rather a confusing mixture
of powders, pills, and mind-control
and some weird state of non-commital emotion
a dark ocean of something mistakenly called
anti-depression
I’ve never really been in control
but I fight with a might that might surpise you
and win most battles and lose most wars
realizing too late that I’m the only one
keeping score
another day of willing the sun to stay down
to allow me to drown
in a dreamscape of something greater
inhibit my feelings or leave me alone
this is something I’ll always fight
alone
The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
He saw the noble beast collapse in blood and dirt,
Lashed by the owner’s cruel and ruthless crop
He rushed to cradle its head upon his stained coat,
And wept with sorrow that choked his broken heart.
He shared the pain of the majestic steed,
He cursed the world, its deceits, and all its sin.
He knew the truth was far beyond his reach,
He felt his faith, belief & reason crumble within.
For wasn’t he / the voice of the unfathomed deep -
Questioning / God and all ancient morality.
Dreaming / of will, and power, and ecstasy, -
Sparking / and de-catechizing minds / with originality.
But in that moment he was just a simple man
Who loved a lamb more than his Übermensch.
Who gave up his mind for one last act of sanity
Who became a mythical hero despite his Mensch.
The sacrificial lamb with a final breath doth whisper -
...“”Dionysus, The Crucified” - I am…your Zarathustra””
REGAINING SANITY
I wake up to the waft of a warm sea breeze,
The rock and roll of waves entice and tease,
The thunderous African sea crashes down,
But beyond this crashing and prancing,
There is calm,
Where surfers pattern the ocean forming
A majestic human crown!
We go down to the beach, it is early morn,
Sight two whales and a large
Pod of dolphins
Which leap up and dive, repeating this action,
Within a fraction of a fraction
Of a second, until they
Reach their destination.
A wild paradise where seagulls fly above,
Squawking diving and looking eagerly
For their next meal,
Even if they have to steal,
From their comrades!
The tide goes out with a forceful current,
I saw a fin lurking close to shore,
Perhaps two sharks a formidable pair.
But several dolphins narrow their path,
The sharks disappear!
We spend the morning lying on golden sand,
The sea was inviting but the waves
Still crashing, dancing, frothing
And churning.
The suns gentle rays,
Tickled the ocean,
As if they have swallowed
A love potion!
And the water sparkled
Resembling little diamonds
As they bobbed up and down,
The sea looked like a dance ball and
Ladies wearing brilliant ball gowns.
We go back to our flat and sit on our
Spacious balcony,
Watching the ocean and relaxing,
And regaining, redefining our sanity!
Ordered sushi from downstairs and with
A glass of wine,
It’s definitely now siesta time!
These feelings inside
I try hard to hide
Suppress all of the hate
Don’t let them see the rage
So full of much pain
No time for life’s games
But I am not the one to blame
For my always being this way
Do not give in
Don’t live like them
Don’t be who you’re not
Our time is too short
No time for this pain
No time for these games
Don’t say we’re the same
For believe me, we’re not
There’s no one like me
Who sees what I see
Can’t help how I feel
There is no need for pills
The things I’ve been taught
To be who I’m not
I’m tired of this game
I’m going insane
Please don’t let me fall
Can you hear my call?
Can you help me with this pain?
Don’t let me give in to this rage
Please can’t you help me?
Keep me from going insane!!
8/18/2005
Downloading in my coffee machine
Is sacred sanity peppered peace
Relaxing all the violet vanity
With a powerful cocoa bean
I like the taste and the smell
It really is my aphrodisiac
I will celebrate will not yell
If you offer it even just black
Beam me up a cup of love
Of coffee never get enough
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”