Long Lobotomies Poems

I know that I was born insane 
to love so much the face of Death. 
Insanity romanced me even when 
a child still dwelled beneath infernal skin.
Why could society not understand 
that all I’ve ever...

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Did you know that such a place as this exists? Neither did I until I had no other choice but to look into it
I knew there must be a way to deal somehow to stop...

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you can't see
what my eyes see
as hopeless
as these broken dreams
now it comes to me
sadistically 
like a never ending
travesty...

I'll pay the price
a thousand times
and still do as I please

sanity's never
thinking twice
malady
always knows your vice
so vanity never...

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Proudly the white tummies purposefully sauntered forth
Orange arrow beaks decidedly pointed 
Stubby feet not nearly strong enough to hold them up

Yellow mirrored eyeballs, reflecting the sun
In sheer giddiness, frightening the menfolk.
I stopped the wagon train...

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There are those that say we are past our prime,
And even say America is dead—
There are dark clouds that gather in our time—
It seems the red, white and blue has turned red.

It has crept upon...

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These walls, crumbling through time.
seeing old metal beds, stained mattresses,
broken sinks and toilets, rusted old medical supplies and a vacant morgue.

 I'm walking through a dark place where pain was inflicted, 
on patients to non...

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Amphibian antiquities from the age of normalcy 
Pathologically festive creatures of the night
Verdant phosphor moon frogs bark their insistent mating call
Adorned with talismans, chanting mantras of maroon heroism 
Conflagration of croaking becomes ritualized war of...

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Khadim Rizvi preaches gore
To his followers rioting in Lahore
He, wears lipstick and ladies dresses
His followers had lobotomies on dirty floors

They wish to murder a young girl of faith
for perceived insults to their petite virility
oh how...

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I died the other day,
fore am but a wraith,
manipulated by creatures,
leeches of the realm moribund.

Scars etch my face from lobotomies,
artistry crafted with a silver brush,
scalpel carves sanguinary in hush,
by a blind man, a white coat.

Smoke,...

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