Best Shrinks Poems
Once attending professional course
Shrinks attempted to fix mind flaws
They gorged on cocaine
But primitive brain
Has failed to achieve sacred pause
Once a crowd of shrinks with goatees
Tried to put their mind at ease
They tried medication
And then meditation
But failed to achieve their bliss
Nancy's Shrink, goddess,
Yes we write of life and all the strife,
and the mind ferrets,will want to know today,
does ya hate ya momma, dadda,
was they really nasty badder,
or did ya personality,
really blossom just this way?
Could we earn anudder dollar,
could we squeeze out, a little holler,
cos me gambling has dropped me cheque book,
lotsa smaller, this i say,
an i really need the money,
anyway:)
So ya worried that ya crazy,
but like me, ya mostly sane,
an ya thoughts a little hazy,
but ya really feel ok,
so take a look in the mirror,
and tell the bugger, coming nearer,
that its really got indigestion,
needs another hugger, yes today,
and sanity is not the poets way,
inspirations dog is yapping,
and the sparrows ever tapping,
birds are flopping flapping,
poor ole johnson's yapping
inner sanity is how the poet plays...
Don Johnson
Vienna,
The loon's in tune with the largest moon,
entertainment, hopes arising,
insanitys voice does sweetly croon,
her words so hypnotising,
a loon sometimes surprising:)
this poet thing is normal,
looney tunes installed, worm in all,
the rattle of the brain box,
mystifying in its way,
no need to bloody worry ,
just suck upon ya curry,
poetic lunatics are bloody here to stay...
Tony mate,
How i see it little mate,
who am i to gesticulate:)
using both sides of the brain,
ricocheting thoughts svelte in train,
dummy does his little trix,
sometimes seems a loonatic,
but that's the poet's price...
You know i want to talk about shrinks(therapist)specifically all the bull crap they cause.
All the lies they ever told about confidentiality and how they would be there in the worst
to hold your hand.They seemed like god cause they knew what youd say before you said it.They helped you put those bad thoughts in a box and lock them away,They were good at playing god and they liked it to.Too bring a women out of catatonia was a miracle.To protect a depressed individual from themselves made you a hero.
The key word in all this is you.You and i were chosen to meet back and forth in a tiny room with a sofa a shelf full of self help books and psychology. A clock that went tick tock tick tock from morning till noon.Here.Your questions went towards me. Your mind in the opposite direction.You had a happy four year old at home instead you were at work hearing people sob.
Sir did you need a psychology book to spell the word compassion.Three months from now youd have me fooled into thinking you were the one i could hold onto.And perhaps it seemed sometimes you did care.Flash forward ten years.I saw you in the grocery store the other day.You didnt even say hi and when i stopped you you had forgotten my name.Im no longer your patient but thats a shame.We spent moments together. bonding and keeping secrets from parents and now this.It makes you feel as if your in a room thats dark and cold.Then the darkness starts to suck you in and you can do nothing else not even slow it pulling you in.This is what alone is this is thyself
Everyone is a freak,
Everyone is a psycho,
Everybody makes typoes,
Every soul is unique.
Accept your unique flaws -
Psychological disease.
Would your happiness increase
Some bird watching at dawn.
Don't be afraid of shrinks:
All of them are psychoes too.
All means are good even glue -
Do not let yourself sink.
Shrinks often can provide
Piece of good advice at times,
Misery would help divide -
Your misery, not mine!
I
here lie the remains of savior-imposters
lots of canned answers from textbooks
they knew: peace & reconciliation will be their ruin
so, divorce or hate, were prolonged a tad
shrinks who didn't show you peace and reconciliation ...
until you'd paid their bank loan first!
II
here lie the greedy bones of quacks (OK, not quite)
like Sigmund Freud their father, for eyes: "holes"
That saw the complex world through sexual roles
Just like horoscope peddlers, these too got it right -
generally - who has use for generalities with abortion?
I am not taking about an apocalypse
I am not talking about humanity’s ultimate collapse
I am not talking about shores battling oceans
This is not about earthquakes inhaling hurricanes
This is about the threats to everyday relationships
The rupture of the tapestry of phratry and friendships
The storms of sweat that flow as our inside breaks apart
I am talking about the cataclysm in our hearts
Imagine a journey watching the evanescence of its destiny
Imagine the sweetest words ever said losing meaning
Imagine your ears losing the sound of your own foot steps
Imagine the look of strangeness masking familiar faces
A mansion becomes a prison cell if it is walled by geniality
An adventure becomes a displacement without our humanity
A friend becomes a stranger when we stand on heels of pretence
A family becomes just an anaemic bloodline without oneness
The fulfilling moments are the ones our hearts retain
When trust is lost, only a tithe may be regained
We try to hide behind blinks as life flips into storms
The world shrinks when we are homeless in our homes