Long Madhouse Poems

"The Strange Case of F.T."



They say the dead don’t talk
the stories I have calculated
to deliver a saving grace 
confessional shared amongst 
my equal peers, or so I deem 
you somewhat sometimes seem,
less than me, you...

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...

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Georg Cantor. Chasing infinity. I must!

He was a very lonely man
Tortured by desire to understand
The world and the God’s mind 
Like a fearless seasoned sailor 
He embarked an elegant boat 
Of extreme mental endeavor 
With...

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It is Monday, today is pay the bills and light shop.
All this after we have been for the morning run.
The dogs are always keen, they trot beside me
as at ten miles an hour we cover...

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Money isn't what you want, and I'll prove it too.
You only want the things that money do for you.
You can't eat it, drink it, it can't keep you warm,
you can't stack it around you and...

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Part 22

how can there be any absolutes
with the clock ticking like it does
it's hard to tell if you'll come to your senses
when it's one thing to be short on the rent
another thing to stay short...

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PART 1-- VINCENT DIED JULY 29                             ...

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The Perfectionist is Listening

the rich are committing suicide
and taking us with them
the prosthetic limbed bastards
Fort Darwin tottering on fewer stilts
once the masters of the universe
presently picking through garbage
looking for an Icarus to pilot
some way back...

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"HER PARIS"


I see you smiling with your 
eyes towards subjects you now 
engage yourself with.
I see your hands moving 
across your phone.
I see the plans you've made 
give you the happiness you 
chose not to...

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"THE DRUNKEN BEE DROWNS IN HONEY"

 
It was 5:37, the moment 
I woke up.
the dead roses are pleasing
to the aesthetic senses 
again.
my insanity is bandaged,
plastic surgery went well.
the darkness is comfort,
delusions of persecution
dance and my...

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Sanity Seen Through The Eyes of a Madhouse'''
There he was
Alone sitting in darkness
with lingering shadows that lurk in and out of troubled dreams
waiting like thieves for another walk down memory lane of the chronically driven...

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love me none

I reserve a table for two for a stupid reason.  
I am waiting for somebody to return.

Your empty chair inside a deafening resto,
I’m not sure if I’ll ever see your shadow once...

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I live in an improbable bubble, insulated from humanity's ugly warts,
here there are still reasons to believe in God.
Of course, I see what's on the news, but isn't that just a reality show?
I feel overly...

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Sickly Annie is so anorexic,
it’s a heartbreaking story 
of bulimic misery
Looking in her madhouse distorted mirror — 
only a frail, starving image 
does Annie see
Always taunted by a silent, bulimia bully,
sticking her tongue out 
at...

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Sometimes life is a Still Frame and I know others aren't as Broken As Me. I can Pretend My Pain Away but I can't Just Be Happy. You can talk about Who I Am or...

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Oh what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?

I saw truth tellers doxed, and their addresses listed
I saw images on my cellphone put on by the twisted
I saw...

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Who defined
“certifiably insane”?
You see, it too closely 
defines those who are
running this world.

The place where technology steals jobs; 
Airplanes, crash more than they fly; 
Politicians are elected, 
based on the most…convincing…lies and bribes.

Where the archaic...

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it is was on my morning stroll 
i first noticed that common
white house dress, pearl buttons
busy in her garden
sauntering on, a most common sight
on subsequent passings 
my evaluations were she was
not of any particular beauty...

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Now, Where Were We?


Today a caller so nice and sweet, screamed in my ear, 
Everything was going so well, and she was such a dear.
A big black spider was sighted, crawling on her wall,
The sounds...

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He was sitting alone in the corner 
In a little cafe at the painting of Monet
And was talking to imaginary friend
About thinness opaqueness fear
Sensation of heat cold anger despair
Cruelty he claimed is the language of...

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Twisted Carnival


Welcome to the madhouse, it's filled with mirrored walls,
Some that make you short and others make you tall.
There's plenty of games and carnival rides.
There's shadows and darkness where monsters can hide.
There's homicidal clowns laughing...

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Happy day after, our Cupid’s little arrow was thrust
To those with a new true love may it forever last
To those whom our little cupid cruelly passed bye
.Do not fret all you need is one big...

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Desert Of Overcast Blues

I walked in a desert of overcast blues
sandy undertow wicked and laced with red rust.
Old , worn-out and sad are my feeble trekking shoes
yet onward with flowing tide travel I must.

Treading bastions...

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I walked this path narrow wide or straight.
In the corners, voices are of many to bout.
Every single one just wants to get in or out.
But many felt beyond grandiosely great.
Tables turned and Sunshine came in,
They...

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Skin cancer and Ayn Rand 

So another sunny day is sinking into the sea I sat in the sun 
for a while but it got too hot I do not understand people who 
sit for...

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