Long Healthme Poems
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whisper to me in dark places,
unshackling my mute form
revive the thousand voices,
I have sustained in a forever
unspoken and formless
so as to be forgotten,
it was in a night-scape,
the void of sound
negated speech
I break into flight,
with an oath choking
on my first cry
I drift on the hair of my nape,
as the weave of my cloth
spirals, for a moment
as gums bleed out
the rhythm in my shade, refrains
I ask of you,
caress me in a softness
of mourning,
whisper to me of dark places
for now,
I am a broken vow of silence
spoken in a thousand tongues
Dear Brain,
My dear brain, forgive me, won't you?
I've filled you with alcohol, time and again
My heart's silence drowning the head's tin can
Once and for all I am delivered to you
Forgive me, won't you?
I walk now in dry landscape
The full clarity of the mind's wrongs
Radiating against my neurons
Bristling against the inchoate...
Fix it, put it all in place...
Give me time, an agenda if you must.
Make me a shoe salesman, a bird-watcher,
A circus clown, whatever...
But keep and restore the Trust
Of the spirit--
(if I can't hear it
than they can't hear it.
If I don't sing it, its never been sung.
Though if I write it, I've made a puddle...)
Without it there is no sailing.
No joyous movement; only love's curtailing.
Forgive me, brain.
Sincerely,
The Rest Of The Body
She walked in the door like an Amazon Woman
Let me introduce myself I'm____________
I've been doing this for thirty years
She was pale as death warmed over with red hair
But flawless porcelain skin that had never seen the sun
Well let me take a look ...yep
Here's one of those pre-canerous lesions...nope make that two
Then she draws out her equipment ..a bazooka flame thrower
There's no need to numb these up I'll just zap them
Then she turns on her benson burner and goes hold still...hold still..
I'll never get it burned off if you move away..
They must have just released her from some mental hospital
Where she was on the ward for mentally sadistic disturbed patients
Well at least I learned one thing...maybe two
One..never trust a woman with liquid nitrogen in a blow torch
Then she said to me you are of Scandanavain decent..
Strange place to learn of where one's ancestors came from..huh.
Form:
I’ve misplaced my phone,
no I haven’t, I’ve lost it.
It’s nowhere in my home
and no matter where I look, I can’t come across it.
You’ve probably done similar things like that before
like leaving your car keys inside your car,
and then locking yourself outside your car door.
I lost my phone, wallet and cash within the course of a week
and then suddenly it hit me like an unexpected rain.
This is my unprofessional conclusion to all of my confusion,
Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain.
Much like the loved ones who witness the terms of pregnancy of their beloved,
they often experience sympathy pregnancy pains as if it were real.
When it comes to Sympathy Pain, Schizophrenia also has it covered.
IT got a huge helping of the Sympathy Pain deal.
I used to watch my poor son, stricken with this horrible thing,
pacing and laughing and talking without a care.
He seemed so happy and this picture would be perfect, if not for one thing.
He was carrying on with someone who just wasn’t there.
One day I happened to accidentally videotape myself.
I forgot that my camera was still recording me, but all just the same,
I once again caught a glimpse of my ailing mental health.
More Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain.
There I was just like he, rambling on endlessly,
talking out loud to no one. I was home all alone
and as if in a competitive race, just like he I would pace
with vocalized imagined conversations of my own.
Even though I realize that I was just talking aloud to myself,
and that unlike he, I was always aware, no one else was there.
Still, Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain creeps up on me with the greatest of stealth.
Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain will always be my cross to bear.
Schizophrenia Sympathy Pain will always haunt me and continue to remain
While My Son suffers with REAL Schizophrenia Pain.
I'll share with all of you on this subject all I've got.
You see, I think I'm Schizophrenic but I'm not.
You've heard it said so many times before
that if you think you're crazy rest assured,
you most probably, certainly are not.
Those with such extreme ailments of the mind lack the ability to define what's crazy and
what is not.
So just to be sure I'll say it once more. I'm Schizophrenic. There I said it, so I'm not.
Am I Schizophrenic to see the many things that disturb me
here in what normal people call reality?
The major corporate pharmaceutical companies are a multi billion dollar industry.
They're making billions of dollars off of others much like me
for their investors, stock holders and the CEO's of the companies.
Very little money goes back into legitimate research of the medical community.
Their motives are for profit not to help others like me.
If they cured us all, profits would fall. Next stop bankruptcy.
They keep us believing while they continue their feeding us meds that there's a possible cure
in a pill.
Better yet, a combination of medication would be their more preferable prescription for you
to fill.
Most if not all prescription drugs will pretty much guarantee
annoying side effects be they mild or severely.
There really isn't any need for you to worry though.
They'll prescribe for you anti side effect medication before you go
make your next appointment to come and see them again, so they can prescribe more pills
and draft more bills over and over again.
Do you sometimes fear that there's not a sincere effort coming from them
to find a real cure or true treatment to help you with my friend?
Oh-oh, do you smell a conspiracy
or am I just being paranoid like a schizophrenic ought to be?
It's been a while since I said it. I better give it another shot.
I'm Schizophrenic. There, I said it again, so once again I am not.
Medication for me has never ever done the trick.
It just makes me nauseous, leaving me feeling very sick.
I'm proud to say that I'm currently 100% medication free.
I now deal with my pain naturally.
8:12 The machine carries me
Where I need to go
8:30 Not so loud
Please
Not so loud
8:55 I wish for sleep
Sleep is not an option
Must medicate
Arise
9:10 He looks upset
I promised him it won't happen again
He hates it when I lie
11:00 My eyes hurt
They feel burdened
And heavy
12:00 Chicken salad on whole wheat
Lettuce, tomato, light mayo, pickle
Bottle of Diet Coke
1:00 For the love of all that is good
This can not be happening to me
2:30 He seemed happier to speak to me this time
He seemed pleased
I'll have to try harder
5:05 I'm not stopping
I don't care about your cause or
Why you want my money
Please leave me alone
7:00 I wish for peace
Peace is not an option
Must medicate
Down the hatch
9:15 I could stay like this forever
Silent and
Still
10:30 Give me your strength Angel Girl
And I will give you mine
1:30 I wish for sleep
Sleep is not an option
Must medicate
Breathe in the air
One day, on a sudden whim,
I started a sponsored slim
In an effort to get me trim
And raise funds, for our ‘Hospice’ of much renown
Things were going good,
I was doing what I should
By eating healthy food
But there was one thing, which always let me down
This was the evil demon drink
And wine was my armours chink
Straight down the kitchen sink
It should have went, if truth be known
Not satisfied with just one glass,
I’d drink each drop, until the last
Then hunger struck and I’d break my fast
Guilt, the next day, would make me frown
When I stepped on the scales,
And saw to no avail
My slimming quest had failed
I felt I’d betrayed my cause and let people down
This led me to proclaim
This day, from wine I will abstain
So pounds I’ll lose, not to regain
And raise the funds for our ‘Hospice’ of much renown.