Long Dementia Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run...

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Begins with Hyundai's my stalker fatal attraction 
rushing in front of our disabled vehicle then rams break 
hard causing us to panic my spouse and I both disabled 
this has cause severe discrimination and victimization...

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Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected...

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Frankly bewildered…
I find life so absurd
Your serenity shines on
God, I want to be like your son

Why was I pushed in the margins?
Is it because of my abominable sins?
I threw them all away long ago…
Into garbage...

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I am given to you by Creator Himself
My Limbs long to grow straight and tall
Bathed in sunlight from above, paying homage
Fulfilling my God given task
From the dawn of creation, in the Holy Books I’m told
A...

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Old Albert was frustrated.

He knew his famous ego-identity came from this solar eco-system
with four interdependent dimensional voices.

He felt his own original moment began with ZeroSum nutritional balance
between eco-centered womb 
and emerging ego-centered identity,

And, he felt...

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Igniting pain retrieving the chemical imbalance 
in my brain soft tissue itched my frontal lobe 
leaned over my forehead as my temporal lobe 
offered little comfort in cognitive skills my optic 
nerve damage piercing pain...

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Submerging myself with water of wistfulness
Trying to be rid of the loneliness in progress
I missed going outside and swimming in a precious, pure water
I’m looking above the surface instead of the ugliness of underwater

Today is...

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I have an old friend who was told some time ago he had six months to live. We live far apart now and he told me about this in an email shortly after the doctor...

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Imagine you
and I
are rightbrain impressed
with each Other
as also integrally
spiritually shared emoting parts
of One noetically graced BicameralHeart
together,
pumping in and out,
left and right,
nutritional lifeblood.

Suddenly, or was it gradually?
we become aware, 

"I have lost my leftbrain objective
to share...

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caught in the crossfire, of well-hidden snipers
that aim through the lens, of venomous vipers
paralysed by poison, blinded by spies
unarmed victims, enemies in disguise
shadows that taunt us, ghosts we let haunt us
vanish in the light, of...

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Yes, the title says it all, says it all
I will not make a fall while I stand tall
I won’t be pushed down by gravity still
I will make sure that I am your windmill

Dementia won’t stop...

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Dark chances,
unhealthy and unsafe trauma 
HiStories

Degenerating predative dogmas
not wanting to let go of ballistics
even for dawning light's sacred peace promise
to grab full-immersion hold
and heal dark mythologies
lose now and again later ecologies
repeat rehearsed
inside-only voiced economies
exploiting dark...

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A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited courtesy the following 
honest to dog doe eyed, 
doofus dopey dilemma
allows,...

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Haunting night for writer's block decided to 
explore my writing endeavors awakened always 
at three am feeling overwhelmed from another night 
filled with words dancing about inside my head to put 
to pages immediately before...

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I don’t mind what others’ think when we’re together…
It’s not like it’s gonna last forever…

God’s Kingdom come
Before I start growing numb
God’s Kingdom come
Before the beat gets me feeling dumb
God’s Kingdom come
Before I start growing numb
God’s...

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Straight lines, sepia

The suppression of unwanted thoughts

Like time spent in sensory deprivation
Time spent in a droning room
Under sterile light hums, practically drooling

The vacuum of most moments
As standard as cinder blocks
Punctuated by things so washed out,...

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There once was a messiah with crown
so heavy it caused him to frown
when he gave it away
some folks say to this day
it grew lighter while revolving around.

There once were most men with dementia
so heavy it...

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Author’s Note:
'Christmas in July', which is also known as Yulefest or Yuletide in Australia. July is generally the coldest month of winter, so celebrations emulate the atmosphere of the northern hemisphere winter. So that means...

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One Step from the Fire

Martha lounges in her rocking chair book in knotted hand in her studio

On the wall a poster of Chipperfield Circus whom she had wanted to join

Just above a small marble statue...

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This “thing” wears many unlicensed costumes:  

         Life force,  Vital breath,  Cosmic energy
         Spirit, soul, original...

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The casement creaked under the scrutiny of darkness

A lonely candle flickered to the tune of one single log

Unhinged she sat where darkness fell upon her face

Which had grown cobwebs and spider lines over time


It was...

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Your nothing, but a piece of !
Your nothing, but a waste of space!
Your nothing, but a filthy liar!
Your nothing, but a sack of crap!

You got no heart
Just a hollow shell of a human
You’re a robot...

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Crackling tension filled the community hall in Abergavenny 

‘We are in this together dear folks for a pound or a penny’

Speaking of which the loos were situated right behind the bar

To ensure that urinal relief...

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The younger Albert Einstein
was more intrigued by geometry of experience
than mere metaphysical abstractions.

During this younger time,
he wrote about bi-optical illusions
of Ego against Eco consciousness:

"This delusion is a kind of prison for us,
restricting us to our...

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