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Life according to John Lawless
Real Life
a childish attempt to gather leaves
on a windy day
looking out the window at the rain
wearing swim suit and goggles
standing in the mud – wondering
why you just couldn’t resist it
a yard sale of emotions
tarnished and tagged
Ah Life
Curator of the hearts mausoleum
Guardian of guilt’s abyss
Overseer of the asylums mind
Debunker of both truths and lies
Still Life
a childish attempt at growing old
looking out the window at the rain
gazing at the mud – wondering
why life couldn’t just leave you alone
10/29/2015
submitted to – Life according to…. – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Silent One
Of the created lot, Am the meandering one,
A mass of battling red,
Am always on a steady diet
Ever since the mothers bred.
Chemicals galore in profound reacts
When devils dare to tread,
The flames crack like the daring sun
And cells suffer a wreck.
Parts are fed with signals released,
Castles on the air are built,
Images form with colors bright
Traces of the past are sealed.
Departments of thought rise from Me,
I am read in books.
Creation emerges from the mind and senses
Yet asylums flourish with crooks.
Messages I gather from the senses five---
Are sent in a light year’s way.
Memory thrives in my very core,
I’m a keyboard away.
They reason Me out as the created best,
And nourish My sphere’s layers.
They ordain rules to protect my case,
From the dangers that strike their fares.
The universe sparks in the subterranean domain.
The designs of law are etched,
Loss and gain share moments across-
And sacrifice tarry the rest.
Born am I in labored love.
And extend Myself to the south
Slowly shape ‘neath the groves of dark
I have no head no mouth.
I’m the centre of all that is,
And all that’s yet to come,
Read me by the lines I stretch,
And Newton and Eliot become.
The glossary of my veins if well memorized,
Will dissolve the distance untread,
The fabric of my pattern if well understood
Will gratitude in your self portray.
I carve a niche in the business world,
While the media rocks with tunes,
I reckon the ravaging bravehearts
While in their solitude they happily muse.
The creative urge from my marriage with Heart
Has the world in the throes of death
The globe breathes in the arms of Lust
And clones of mine are traced.
I suffer the mind’s wrath unruled
In shapes and regions asunder,
Toxins corrode my nervous terrain,
And dig my fissures with thunder.
Sanity suffers numerous threats
Barring messages to be sent,
Customs perish in love and hate,
While I in my shock beheld---
A world of chaos that origins from me,
Yet I, a unified whole,
Wait and watch the generations that pass
With music and promise in store.
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Hanging from hooks, all on the wall
All the dead babies, no one cares at all
Murdered for the cameras, so you will weep
Asylums for the weeping, dead babies make you crazy
Sadness fills the diapers of dead babies entombed
Kindness you never see, just a dead baby in a propaganda sea
Illuminate the terror, no dead babies to be
Live for your hate, let the dead babies die
Live in your dreams, as dead babies cry
Silence, I said silence
Babies in graves do not sing
A single angel of reason in the mist of a circus ring
Bring the evil ones to me for their crimes
Injustice I shall punish and hell I shall define
Eternal flames for the ha mass of dead babies
Satin is your king, I shall be your tormentor
72 billion years of fiery hell for all of you
Hateful attackers’ mindless attitudes seduced
Decades of a formula that only he knew about it and drew,
Cascades of his artwork came to a head in his last years,
Glissades of a swan in a lake that only a handful had seen,
Tirades made its mark on him, distant from fellow peers.
~~[Van Gogh]~~
Impressed of his art garnered some interest in his style,
Oppressed, a constant companion only he can befriend,
Obsessed by what he drew insanely violent he withdrew,
Distressed he found salvation in asylums to not descend.
~~[Wheatfield With Crows]~~
Crows, black gawking, feed in a meadow ache for harvest,
Know that art needs to be made, scheme food for thought,
Those sinister birds, a murder of crows festering the grain,
Throes a fit mocking 'em, flys, pained him more than aught.
~~[Starry Night]~~
Bleak sky of blues, stars gave rise to a miracle been made,
Streak of a sprawl unfurls his heavens tethered madness,
Speak not lest he loses his concentration, maintains focus,
Meek town his groundwork, lofty jewel amidst the sadness.
~~[Bedroom At Arles]~~
Red, that laid on a bed, table, chairs, paintings on the wall,
Said was where he severed his ear, water bowl mirror hung,
Head bandaged where he bled, he does a self-portrait of it,
Deadman walking, Gauguin part ways, no song to be sung.
~~[Self-Portrait Bandage Ear And Pipe]~~
Drew closer, when they were both young, be such friends,
Few friends Van Gogh had, Gauguin was at that moment,
Grew apart after Vince shaving Paul, Vince wanted to hurt,
Knew time together was getting just a bit grave and potent.
~~[House At Auvers]~~
Return to Arles made Van Gogh happy for good times there,
Upturn spirits was a rarity, too few and far in the middle,
Discern with him was questionable because he's unstable,
Concern for his good, art kept him busy, else is second fiddle.
~~[Doctor Gachet]~~
Fields back of the house, a pistol, he plans to shoot himself,
Wields his pistol, shoots, nobody hears, years gun lays hidden,
Yields his brother Theo to his side as doctor aides him little,
Shields truth futile, his art was world-renown, dies bedridden.
(Medley: My Countries 'Tis O Thee)
My countries misery
creeps and all losers be
of thee, I cringe
And where our fathers lied
and pilgrims took their hide
numb every mouth inside
... with the syringe
The natives can't be free
and nobody can flee
my aim right on
Guided by box of tricks
white hoods all pedophiles
shot with their fractured ribs
high caliber
Sweat oozing felonies
corrupt authorities
asylums for
Their morals run away
regret that either take
sweatshops where riots break
noose round swan song
And where our fathers lied
and pilgrims took their hide
numb every mouth inside
... with the syringe.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
The apparent insanity of inmates
and prisoners
and addicts, conspiracy theorists and paranoids,
does not prove,
nor necessarily even suggest,
the keepers are not also self-entitled nuts
with unhealthy powers,
narcissistic self-serving authorities,
delegated detached responsibilities
primally loyal to ratchet race competitions.
Passion Story
When you are crucified, naked, poor
and occupied by RomanRed yangish powerful voices
and Loser commodity values,
unhealthy fought and sold colonizing authorities,
irresponsible fury-power occupiers,
violators of healthy green peace objectives
applicable to any sanctuary
with humane organic embodied rituals and behaviors
yet still WinLose divine punishing evolution-machine minded,
then we have all become historic asylum invited
to purge messianic homeless egos
perpetually hanging on HolonicSpirit's centering Earth-cross,
rather than remain comparatively imprisoned by traumas
to the disassociating left or right cross of hopelessness.
Health History Story
A. Earth was born, still, flat, without form and ZeroCentric void.
B. S/he remains newborn and young,
springing organic life
WinWin preferential solidarity with all EarthTribe,
inmate prey and predative keepers.
C. S/he still grows mature healthy Heavenly summer sun
over nurturing MotherEarth,
sacred/secular health/wealth care conjoined.
D. S/he co-emerges Northern revolutionary Yang/Yin bicameral,
bilateral healthstream co-arising poly-paths,
-phonics,
-cultures,
-nomial maps,
-meme messages,
-asylums for growing non-sectarian communal nutrition.
One Flew Into the Communion NestEgg
See "Health History Story" above
The apparent stillborn insanity of original patriarchal residents
need not predict
Yang/Yin co-redeeming caregivers
are not also ego- v eco-logical sanctuary sociopaths
sabotaging our own potential opportunities
for polypathic sacred communion passions.
Ego laying
and nesting
and active resting
and birthing
and raising
and lowering
back into EcoAsylum's non-sectarian EarthPeace nest.
What holds us together
has been torn, the unity
of a people split apart.
Both poles have lost
their grip and rupture
into division.
Categories now proliferate
and place each soul
into a labeled box governed
by the ideologue.
Word by word, language
has been commandeered by fear
and threatened with shame.
Good words are put on trial,
stripped of meaning and sentenced
to silence. They sleep in old books
sought out by the apparatchiks
for removal or to be replaced
by neutered covers.
Soon Macbeth will be lobotomized
to reduce the risk of upset.
The grand order has gone mad.
Long lines of citizenry queue
for entry into asylums
now spreading
like shopping malls.
Others won't leave home
and ossify in the safety
of their shuttered rooms.
Meanwhile, to the chants
of a sterilized song,
children skip towards
glittering castles hanging
precariously in thin air,
proud parents happily
clapping them along.
What I have noticed here
and there
on campuses
in medical service centers
within hospitality sanctuaries
in sane asylums
Most of the language
in exterior marketing
and interior messaging cultures
Has gently moved from internment
and imprisonment
and confinement
and isolation
and punishment,
Whether voluntarily elected
selected
invited
or imposed
sentenced
medicinal
sterile
purgative,
Whether mental
or physical,
spiritual
or natural,
Has moved on to a more engaging
empowering
enlightening reconnection
of multiculturally intelligent hospitality
Inviting universal health care
for reconnecting all,
regardless of how irritating
and silent
and/or vocally strident.
Caring spaces
with not quite enough time yet
to grow a WholeEarth health-wealth spa
for co-invested nature Spirits
of nonviolent communion
But heading in that multi-regenerational election,
engaging our preferred healthy
interdependently wealthy
direction.
All 8 billion of us
have mental illness
some
subtly
so
others profound
it's a matter of degree
of shade.
Some are reachable and adapt
become chefs-CEOS- presidents
others curl inward
cannibalize themselves
crapping out
psychopaths
creeping about
raking fangs along
the thinning peace cloud...
We've emptied asylums
population is at critical mass
somebodies going to crack
place an iron neck upon the tracks
derail societal peace
plucking lives
off the vine
before
they're
ripe.
Some are unreachable just outside the grasp.
They'll never adapt
They'll never climb out of the rattlesnake pit.
Only time before a purge
Better happen now
Before there is a surge
Waited too long
Now our town
Is burning down
Hitting cops with bricks
Like Free Range Lunatics
Yarr arr arr arr arr-arr
It is like talking
To a homeless man
They really don't understand
Time to reopen the Asylums
Warehouse them and file them
Stamp defective on their heads
Before they start murdering
And we all end up dead
TRANTIFA!
He/She/It/They/Zey/Zur/Zee
Are heading for your school
Wearing a dress and a AK, FOOL!
Is this your daughter Sen-yor?
On page one of the YNC
Why so sad Dad
Don’t you like her covered in gore
Time to reopen the Asylums
Warehouse them and file them
Stamp defective on their heads
Before they start murdering
And we all end up dead
Head like an hourglass
Thinks his sister wife
Is a fine piece of ass
Driving a BMW
Why in the hell
Did you import them in mass
Time to reopen the Asylums
Warehouse them and file them
Stamp defective on their heads
Before they start murdering
And we all end up dead
Kamakazi Clown Car Karen
Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!
Renee drive on!
Pop! - Pop! - Pop!
Another useless person gone!
Time to reopen the Asylums
Warehouse them and file them
Stamp defective on their heads
Before they start murdering
And we all end up dead