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due to difference.........
now agoraphobia
human world suffers
constructive learning
rude self opinionated
ways of destruction
whom will be questioned?
dinosaur's fossil find now
may be of future
The czars and the kings will hold on to their throne chairs
until they are dragged out kicking and screaming,
tweeting all the way to their dungeons.
Nuclear winter is a few years down the road, but global warming
will have people flocking to Kansas soon from Florida which
will drop into the sea.
The Texaco Shareholders and their families will build a wall,
and stay inside, breathing their own greed and selfishness.
Jesus will be saving other planets, not concerned at all about our silliness,
as we have so many wanna-bees here.
Stocks will go up and down, so many times. It will be called the
yo-yo year of the stock market.
The girl next door will develop narcolepsy and
refuse to come out of her house or answer the door,
not telling us it has flown into agoraphobia.
It will be the year of the PIG, and the pig will be orange
and be featured on balloons with diapers.
A misogynist bully-pig.
This is what I think.
I will try tomorrow, I tell myself when the phone rings.
The answering machine is full, which makes me grateful.
A relief.
My sister is always checking up.
What does she think I am doing? Dying in here?
I laugh, knowing she will not drive the forty-two minutes it
takes to find out.
I figure she has befriended my nosy neighbor to try
and get my body out before it starts to rot.
I do not have a cellphone or a computer.
I do not have a TV set.
Too fearful of big brother.
Books are my companions.
I used to have a cat, but my fears are worsening.
I do not go outside any more. Have not been out there
for three years, maybe. Possibly six.
Amazon boxes come. I eat cereal mostly, with
powdered milk. Only opening the door to get them
inside if no one is in the hallway. If someone is, I
do not bother.
I pick up my book and begin to read.
I know I should call the gas company.
It must be a mistake but I do not feel like speaking
to a human today.
I will try tomorrow.
There is a knock on the door.
My heart begins beating triple time.
I imagine them coming in here.
I can hear it in my ears.
I sit quietly, not daring to turn the page,
for fear they will hear.
Footsteps leave. Probably the lady my sister
befriended. I do not even know her name,
all I know is that I do not like her. I turn the
page only after I am confident no one can hear.
Chilled to the bone, this winter sucked
More than this guy could bear
Canadian eh! Should be used to this stuff
Patience? Got none left to spare
Never, if I live to be a hundred and ten
Do I want to experience that again
A winter not meant for human endurance
Been tortured for months on end
Maybe there's a silver lining up ahead
And we're all headed for Utopia
Where it's never gets below 60 each day
And never suffer from agoraphobia
Chilled to the bone, can't handle anymore
Up to my eyeballs in snow
They say being Canadian has it's advantages
What they are, I'd sure like to know
© Jack Ellison 2013
Without ever consuming
bureaucratic butter or
sacramental bread, nor
coffee and latte.
She prefers spiritual
mystical fruits from space...!
This way she becomes
beyond stunning
for all...
With her mimetic smile,
melted words and
asthmatics hugs, she
is now a myth !
And so she operates
with virtue an symptomatic
way of talking
that broadcasts her now
agoraphobia absent...
All in her is impressive...
and i say with love :
"It is marvelous to be
by her side because
she makes me feel
geometrically misaligned
with this world i live"
With her it is alike living
in Matrix.
Which disorder should I model for my class today
Anorexia-bulimia is simply too passe
Obsessive compulsive – so 20th century
Agoraphobia is a distinct possibility
‘Cos acrophobia’s too HIGH-ly infectious for me
Then again, what about good old paranoid schizophrenia
It complements my arthritis and osteopenia. -- But
my budding fellow psychoanalysts, I’ve selected Jewish-mother-anxiety
~ since you all will misdiagnose it as made-for-TV comedy*
_______________________________________________
*Whatever the 'h' that is! lol...
fear of the outside
I lifted my glass of red wine towards the lamplight
I didn't see a romantic dream, but a dirty glass
full of fat finger marks and I could not blame the barman
I should have been an actor a friend of mine was
an actor said I had the talent
we were rehearsing a play, but looking at the empty seat
and seeing them full of leering people, I was consumed
with lamplight fear.
My friend loved his craft, but he never made it to the West End
but I saw him play Lesly Howard in a movie made in locally
he was a perfect actor
This is about agoraphobia which has blighted my life and
I have disappointed many promising to appear in public
not showing up blaming a sudden illness
my actor friend swore he could cure me, a nonspeaking role
in his latest play, alas he died.
My wife has gone to the cinema, I'm looking after the cat
Innocence so was allured
she a baby for a chocolate
captivated with the illusion
thought life's it's own beautiful reason
From straight to bend of back bone
for charade of life no solution
carnal damage still going on
now suffering from agoraphobia
Sense of cerebellum sinking
no strength to go for a combat
oh! her sacrificed heart is crushed
cries again but with only vision
Agoraphobia
It has rained for days, snug he is in his room
putting the world to right
The rain stopped, time to go and do some
Shopping driving to the place of the open
So big the supermarket is, rows upon rows
of food and washing up liquid; so many
People, what are they doing here
a wave of terror, hold on to your shopping trolley
must not collapse, people will think you are
sick and call an ambulance
stroll, take what you need, look cool
Check your card, remember the code, and try
to find a till where an elderly lady sits
stroll to your car, look nonchalant
I do this every day
safe in your car, adjusting your thoughts
You made it, mate. Nothing wrong with you
Sigh, the daily struggle for an agoraphobic
*Image of Agoraphobia by Pixabay.
KJV John 8:32 "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
Agoraphobia
I mistook my pain for a summer's eve,
For this is what loneliness does to me,
Adrift on an orchid sweet stern petal,
It is lofty thoughts that steer my mettle,
For such frees me from my isolation,
Self-delivered like my separation,
Sites make a quarry, I try to withdraw,
Diverse regions clumsy, like a jigsaw,
Simply, naught to gain any sense I face,
Seclusion oddly is my happy place,
A zenith sun beats away at my door,
As carpet brand paces made on the floor,
Meds just let others see me at my worst,
For my inner self tells me I am cursed,
No potion concocted, no spell was said,
A sad delusion this shadow has spread,
A shedding sun frees me from my prison,
Like so many, I somewhat have risen,
But unlike them, it is for mixed reasons,
My annular trek for all four seasons,
The night, my phantom friend, my luxury,
As it lingers, it will embolden me,
Though my rest will not be the same but brief,
For my restless mind robs me like a thief,
As tomorrow lends vast hope advances,
Can I recover, what are my chances,
For I dread the dawn, fear it be the same,
To hide and not be found plays out this game,
It is common knowledge for those who know,
Agoraphobia, my true shadow.
2020 January 12