Long Diagnosing Poems

For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple, so there can be no excuse,
that the pickles in this...

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split schizoid mission 

Lifting the mind 
like a sword 
counting poets 
losing self in 
unsettled love
and mysteries
plucked off the shelf 
all the Berlin walls
come tumbling down
words like dice
shaken and thrown
the electric 
black dogs barking 
call...

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Thoughts melt and distil under a green/blue flame,
Swirling down, separated out and mixed.
If you’ve seen it, it’s broken;
If you’ve heard it, it’s shredded;
If you’ve read it, it’s rewritten.
It's really quite unlikely to be fixed.

You’re cutting...

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She wants words?
Romantic words to squeeze out a smile from her heart,
And diagnose the functioning of her left ventricle?
How about we nail her to her own cross?
Ropes secured,tight and stronger than her teeth;
We'll tie round...

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Tight spaced enclosure
Swelling of my own inner expense
A feeling as if it is over it is over 
What else is there to give?
Living as though incapuslated
Fearful of the future for that has gone cold
Never thought...

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I did not know then what gods there were
And was never concerned or thought about
But I do know for certain now
He can come to us to any form.

I had been attacked by the dragon “cancer”
Threatening...

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Who am I, oh, who am I?
Just a poser child Borderline?
A series of bold contradictions
Led on by doctors false predictions
Diagnosing all the time...

Angry outbursts fill the air,
Throwing objects everywhere,
They drug me up, because they're lazy
It's...

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I've met doctors who have played the know it all role,
Who thought they knew all there was to know,
To listen to their hearts seemed a waste of their time,
Diagnosing a persons heart without even really...

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Just a small but nagging pain
that wouldn’t go away,
but ‘she’ll be right’- so I thought,
until my judgment day.

My judgment day was not the end;
no not eternal life,
it was the day I’m diagnosed
to mention I’m in...

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Smoothly Be Coasting

If your imagination I was to go beyond,
Would of my poems you still be fond
Even though feeble found myself being
Your made my poem well worth reading.

And if my kind soul you shall sustain
Each...

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Stress fractures 
nerves worried faces
diagnosing ourselves
News bad good and bad flow from each
room
tears joy anxiety glee
Surgeons nurses physicians assistants
in out Xray MRI electro cardiogram 
mumbles groans laughs
pains worries 
anti-inflammatory analgesic ablation
bedside manner compassion
stoic silence brave...

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Mind games with my shrink.
Only giving me seconds to think.
His or my sanity on the brink.
Telling him what he wants to hear.
So these psychotic thoughts don't interfere.
I love a profession where all you do is...

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Here is the ballad of Web MD,
Self-diagnosing terminal maladies,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.

Let's do our own diagnosis,
Teach yourself self-hypnosis,
My fatal afflictions linger on,
I'm buying more medical texts from Fishpond.

Let's...

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If you had one year of love,
and then you had to say adios,
should you be glad or morose?

Sure, if it ends, it’s not what I’d hoped,
we just weren’t destined to be betrothed.

We had fun, we...

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