I'm lost in there
battered between form and function
existing in the guesswork
institutionalised by containment
figured out on the block
measured by what takes up space
every layer perfectly in place
to provide freedom to conform
I merge and merge again
despite being part of no plan
unstoppable in my inexplicable existence
tip out my untapped potential
lay me on the table
busy yourself with dissection
broken up into components
I can do no more
cannot be put back together
an empty head
with no view of itself
an offered up cadaver
any day of the week
It struck me to the core when I heard about, the stand they are making..'
And the dismissal from (drainstream media) speaks of politicans quaking..
In Dublin before the Dai'l you'll find this
Gallant four.' Who are seeking recognition
For injustices of yore.' They know the pain
They've lived the grind. Of 'that institutionalised hell' dressed as benign
Intervention it never worked or aged that
Well, though fifty years have passed
Away.' Still nightmare shadows cling.'
Fluttering like the somber robes, that framed those that did such wicked things'
And the Dai'l today, attempts to smother?
The efforts unyeilding and brave, of these
Four survivors, who face the very grave.'
And not just for themselves alone' no
Their actions are aimed much; much higher..They want old a'herns promise
Made good, for by the devil; wasn't he a
Liar..' but there are many in the Dai'l today
Surely men and women.? Well found.' Who
Will take their cause to their very hearts so
That Eire.. Will know that its for justice they stand.' So all may say our lands to
Be mended at last 'to be sure.!'
Came here without my consent
Ended up in a party aboard Titanic
Going South, fast.
What is Pursuit of happiness?
Feeding your pleasures relentless?
Or following your ambitions, towed by opportunity.
Or it could be staying still, comfy in your cocoon.
Skeletons in my closet and dirty laundry
Making up my legacy, mea maxima culpa
I am sum of all anomalies.
I couldn't exit, with my full consent.
What is life trying to prove?
Looks pathetic, with all survival strategies, thanks to serendipity.
Randomness institutionalised, only to crash and burn at every turn.
Senses competing for primacy, leading to tyranny of wants, becoming a destiny unto itself.
Leaving numb and indifferent.
Sensations so fleeting, unsure about default jealousy.
Could be yet another emotional maze, that l stare at.
Some words have such power
To us who hear them in this hour
To know when children alone cried
And justice for them was denied
Evil once ruled when children were abused
Their anguish was the truth then refused
To soothe the damage that was done
Sorry is said from everyone
Harken world we have now said
The deeds done are believed now instead
For we know in coming years
Justice will be served and not more children’s tears.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A nice young man in a nice crisp blouse is rifling through papers as we speak. Somewhat undisturbed it is imperative that he reaches the halls at the correct time. For all is structured and nothing is made out of toleration born out of stagnation anyway. Under a identified roof a role is preplanned and preordained in a curtain duty. So please don't throw a pan away. Or a kettle into the net on the court. Courtiers are embellishing a primed print. In many a turret. But turrets can eventually topple so don't place the mountainous ironed towels and sheets in a bundle and derive not a shred from a seed. Merely the combination platter from a ambiguous frogspawm. Reduce to a simmer then yawn in a dawn emblematic yarn.like spin. Like sap. Like spit. Xxxxx no ha. Interesting insectivorous institutionalised iguanas. Lovely. Wooden woods weave weather. Xxxxx globalization zzzzzz
Hop skip jump laugh and dance then for fear feeds fragile fornicating frogs. And as spots are squeezed and pus ejected. The falsities beneath are plainly on display. No more hiding in boiled bumps. Serving stewing stakes stairs stained stares. Minding the ever increasing corners of protruding print processions. Flags held high. Over twenty thousand feet. But no boots in sky paths. And no grass coloured cloud could ever play a clarinet. Now before I eat an egg with toast I must clarify one thing. The radius of a fridge freezer is measured only by balancing pillows on one's head and playing monopoly with the cupboard doors. Drawers are excluded. Denied access you see. Due their un orderly ways. It is very disrespectful to the spoons. Hook then a towel. And spear sausages. Goodbye and goodnight. Many eras. Many moons. Many mandalas. Haha candlelit tables dancing in mid air. Haha hows the horse? Hmmm indoctrinated intoxicated introverted ignorant insect. And a beef cutlet wit melon jus. *** institutionalised z a big Z
Traffic jams, the constant beat ,
bloody robotic tune, automobile cells,
comatose faces, last stand, this subtle hate.;
frying intellect, counting money ,faraway fields,
mind machinery,
comatose ,steering wheel illusions ,
dream delusional ;cement and aluminium soothers,
we should be institutionalised
left to play ping pong and getting two hundred volts on a daily basis,
and pumped full of anti fear anti hype anti consumerism drugs delivered intravenously,
daddy following daddy ,walking in straight lines, even the trees cant be bothered if you scream.
solitude, whiskey ,fat preachers sweating, caressing your wallet ,
the programme that was coded at your birth is now tattooed upon your soul,
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