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Last Week my brother called and said his mother was dying,
I felt his hope,
So I prayed for God to resurrect her,
This week all of her organs shut down and she has been on the edge of death,
My brother called me to pray,
I cried out to God with fierce anger,
And asked him, “Why do you allow us to hope, when you deny the very faith that we strive
to hold to?”
A time ago, I gave my life to God,
And I said these words, “Dear Lord I present myself as a living sacrifice to you, do with
me what you will.”
A year later, I was in a mental institution scarcely aware of my name,
There are times when I feel God’s gentle caress about me,
It is only then that I understand:
That every choice I make for hope, spreads hope despite the outcome,
And every choice I make for love, spreads love, no matter what hate might come on its
wake
A time ago, I chose a wife and the world said we were too young,
And we wrestled with tides of discontent for quite some time,
But now, when I see her smile, I feel the merciful touch of God’s grace,
You see this life has no guarantees except for one, that through it all, God’s love is real,
That through it all, if we strive for hope,
We will know beauty.
Sometimes I see myself and can’t find a thing to reverence,
Sometimes I hear my thoughts and want to run away with terror,
But for beauty, in beauty, I stand and walk and live and breathe,
And though I have no guarantees,
For beauty I continue,
For when I see the snapshots of God’s love in this world,
From a distance place, far from here,
I will not remember much,
Except I will know beyond doubt and belief as well,
That it was beautiful!
a photo of his handsome twenty-something son sat on his desk
One day I asked him about the handsome curly-headed young man
He had difficulty relaying the story but he choked it out
his son had been brilliant, a Fulbright scholar
Twenty-one-years old, one year left of college
Doing well until he ate brownies laced with drugs
Someone thought it would be funny to watch what might happen.
His son has been in a mental institution for the past ten years
He did not graduate from college, his girlfriend is married to someone else
He may never get released; he is not doing well
No one admitted to the deed that changed his future and his life.
I never thought of anything else after that when I saw his photo.
I cannot fathom this kind of pain.
In England way back in the 18th century
“Pants” was considered a bad word
Probably coz it sounds like heavy breathing
In bedrooms it could often be heard
Ernest Wright once wrote a whole novel
Without using the letter “e”
Here's a question I'd sure like to ask
Which mental institution lives he
In Tennessee it's actually against the law
To drive your car while sleeping
Well how about that my P-Soup friends
But you can with one eye peeping
Columbus' fee for discovering America
Was a paltry three hundred dollar
If that was today for crying out loud
He'd be living in absolute squalor
Hard to believe Baskin Robbins once made
Ketchup flavoured ice cream, holy crap
Needless to say it wasn't too successful
It melted on burgers, imagine that
Your thumb is the same length as you nose
So nosey people have extra long thumbs
That surely explains why you see some people
With their thumb stuck up their bum
Each year Americans eat 12 billion bananas
I eat probably one billion myself
Okay that's quite an erroneous statement
It's french fries that endanger my health
Did you know butterflies taste with their feet
Imagine if us humans did that
Phew! Stinky poo... I'd swear off eating
And be skinny as an underweight gnat
Parrots are as intelligent as a five year old child
Know friends where that surely applies
They have this really overwhelming urge
To poop on your head flying by
© Jack Ellison 2013
SHAME ON YOU ALAN ACTUALLY DRAGGING A HEROIN ADDICTED ADDICTED TO FENTYN FROM A PSCHIATRIC MENTAL INSTITUTION IN TENNESSEE HOMELSS SLEEPING AT THE BUS STATIONS FROM ALABAMA TO TENNESSEE TO CHICAGO FOR YOUR ILL GOTTEN GAINS LEADING HER TO BELIEVE SHES ACTUALLY HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH AN FBI AGENT AFTER CONTACTING JOE BIDEN IN A PARINOID STATE WHY WOULD JOE BIDEN TOY WITH A HEROIN ADDICT UNDER SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND ARLINGTON HEIGHTS BREACH MERGING WITH MY IDENTITY THIEF PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME PLOTTING MY ASSASINATION IN TAMPA WITH JAMAICAN DRUG LORDS BY GODS GRACE KILLED AT MY FEET MY DESPERATE PLEA MY ABUSE EX JAMAICAN CARTEL FEMALES SMUGGLED THE DEAD MANS STASH OF DRUGS TO WISCONSIN WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND WHO BRUTALLY ATTACKED HIS ENTIRE FAMILY CHRISTMAS EVE AFTER I REPORTED HIS ABUSE HIS DRUG OPERATION HE TRIED TO BREAK MY ARM WHILE SUPPORTING THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES SEATED WITH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ACTUALLY LURING A HEROIN ADDICT TO ASSIST WITH THE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON MY SPACE WITH THE HELP OF BIDENS TEAM REACHING OUT TO A HEROIN ADDICT FENTANYL USER MAXING HER OWN CREDIT CARDS WHAT A TWISTED HORROR ALAN SHAME ON YOU I AM REMINDED SEPTEMBER 6TH 1989 WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING DRUGS FROM CORRUPTION MY ABUSE EX DECIDED TO TAKE HIS WORK HOME SHARING IT WITH MY SISTER AS I PACKED FIR THE RELOCATION THE DRUGS WAS SO POWERFUL SHE SNAPPED TRIED TO STAB HER OWN 7 YEAR OLD NIECE WITH A SCHOOL SUPPLY SHARP COMPASS SHE RAN DOWN THE STREET NAKED SHE WAS ADMITTED TO HOLY CROSS HOSPITAL SEVERE PSYCHOSIS TODAY SHE'S STILL PSYCHOSIS COMMUNICATING WITH JOE BIDEN AND CORRUPT AGENTS THAT DRAGGED HER FROM HER MENTAL HEALTHCARE TARGETING HER ON 83 YEAR OLD MOTHER ORDER TO CONTINUE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON FBI INFORMANTS SHAME ON YOU SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING GOD BLESS AMERICA
I’m starving, no breakfast, dinner or lunches
Suffocate the next coward, sinner that punches
Constantly roaming in depression, a product of this stress
Spectators cleaning my aggression
Features adults being less than blessed
Tired of these credit unions telling me NO!
Edit my application
Now these monopolies’s selling me cash on the go
Fantasies of my flesh snorting infinity lines of coke
Enemies smiling yet they fancy me
Quickly aborting times of being broke
IRS and tax collectors stealing from me
Blood stains the projectors
Visions of me killing any type of sympathy
Riding passenger side, death cab for cutie
Providing scents of lavender
Spent your last breath gasping for beauty
Another step, to summon holy hell my passing duty
Posting my soul, yes a selfish mentality
But those who live to die
May never perish in this phony reality
No mental institution for me
I recline in this chair until I fry
Officers miss my cold stares
Catch chills as I die
Head tilted back
Hundred-thousand volts through each of my limbs
Bloody murder, becoming my newest hymn
I award to them
One more breath
And I’d beg for a kind, slow death
Now you know if I had one more breath
I’d beg for a kind, slow death
(Mimic the song..."If I Only Had A Brain" by the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz)
I could be so independent
So lavish and resplendent
Just a player in the game
I would wield mighty powers
And be mesmerized for hours
If I only knew my name
Oh nothing's getting clearer
This stranger in the mirror
Every day it's just the same
I don't think I'm Richard Nixon
It's my brain that needs a fixin'
If I only knew my name
I must have washed up on the shore
I'm not in Kansas anymore
Tell me who am I to blame
Am I a winner or a loser
Am I sober or a boozer
If I only knew my name
Who's my father and my mother
Have I sister and a brother
To remember is the aim
Was I born just an orphan
Or was I metamorphin'
If I only knew my name
Were there starlets I was meetin'
Or did I take a beatin'
A sad history or fame
Did I grow up in the gutter
Only eating peanut butter
If I only knew my name
It would be an inspiration
If I got an invitation
By the Queen or Royal Dame
All my senses would be tinglin'
When they crowned me King of England
If I only knew my name
Would I do it all for spite
Is it wrong or is it right
Let me tell you it's a shame
Do I love 'em or I hate 'em
Is that my one ultimatum
If I only knew my name
I would wave my country's banners
And practice proper manners
Not to do so is so lame
I would call no gal a heifer
Or a guy a mother effer
If I only knew my name
Am I a true brainiac
Or a total maniac
This confusion I must tame
I may need some absolution
In a mental institution
If I only knew my name
From the summer through the fall
I kept trying to recall
But the memory never came
Am I coming am I going
There's just no way of knowing
If I only knew my name
When I stand I'm dizzy still
There has got to be a pill
Guess I may go down in flame
This must be some strange disease
Won't somebody help me please
If I only knew my name
Well I feel so out of place
I want to join the human race
So now I'm here to stake my claim
And I'm hopin' and believin'
That one day this fog is leavin'
If I only knew my name
(This is a fictional poem)
When my friend watches TV and movies, he believes that everything is real.
He was eventually committed and now he's taking pills.
When he watched ET, he really believed that aliens had landed.
He watched reruns of Gilligan's Island and he thought they were really stranded.
After watching Star Wars, he got mad because it didn't work when he tried to use
the force.
His wife had had all she could take so she got a divorce.
After watching Early Edition, he told his paperboy that he wanted his newspapers
to start arriving a day early.
The paperboy told him that he needed help because he was squirrely.
When he met Brandon Routh, he told him that he wouldn't tell people that his
secret identity is Clark Kent.
Routh called a mental institution and that's where my friend went.
I wonder if he'll ever realize that the stuff in TV shows is fake.
He may but there's no telling how long or how much medication it will take.
Form:
Is time the greatest illusion
I’m not waiting around to see
Deja vu causes confusion
so many echos from eternity
My birth a mere occlusion
from a past life I broke free
Deja vu works in collusion
with most supreme entities
Previous cycles of allusion
came pouring back to me
Deja vu and mass delusion
nervous breakdown maybe
Since my latest convolution
visions show where I must be
Inside a mental institution
a revelation No! you all agree
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In the mirror, I see my face melt away in shame
And, yet I still hunt for game
I hunt you down to catch some inspiration
I’m not looking for fame…
But, my heart’s pumping with anticipation
Why do they put labels on me? Why do I devour their debris?
Perhaps, it makes them feel satisfied… to know that I had a psychotic breakdown
Why me? How did I end up in a mental institution? I wish I could flee…
I wish I could…I wish I knew
The true answers…but I’m left to question my own actions…
Not to seek satisfactions…
I want to be set free…
From poverty…
angst…
and anxiety…
I tell the voices in my head to leave…
In Christ’s name, will you leave?
Just let me breathe for a second or two…
Didn’t I tell you
To leave? I grieve for your safety, sis,
But I think you think I’m crazy…tell me if I am, miss…
And still – there’s questions left unanswered…
I feel awkward…
Staring at a blank screen before me…
I see my past unwind – set me free…
Let me be…
Can’t you see…
You are bothering me?
Should I just move on with life?
Could He delete all of my strife?
Could he or she stab me with a knife?
I’m all alone…
And, yet I don’t groan
For solitude is my best friend
Until the very end…
Attempt to shine
flickering figurative klieg light
with the help of hyperbole
on poverty wrought
debutante material, this predicated
on my own unbiased thought
initially related during
my early boyhood,
how many countless
bachelor beaus sought
to pledge their troth,
who hailed (strictly
for purposes of this poem)
from Pennsauken,
Perth Amboy, Penobscot,
but thee essential truth ought
to be gleaned (lodged
as like some precious gem
within geode, qua Harriet Kuritsky,
who oft times recounted her
personal anecdotal information)
underlying veritable truth, I allude
means to underscore
how thine late mum
as the "baby" of her family
wore mantle of exclusive favoritism,
sans donning beautiful clothes
perfectly cared for,
coiffed, and curled hair
(think Shirley Temple)
as her older sisters brewed
festered, and steeped with jealousy,
asper me mother receiving
lion's share of blatant favoritism
all the while said long since
deceased maternal aunts got exclude
did from requisite
(shut heard textbook case) maternal love,
hence within their cerebral hood
incubated, evolved, and flourished
emotional disease affliction
with changeable mood
and thee Aunt Ruth oblivious,
while pacing hallway in the nude
whereat verbally abuse sent
both aunts to mental institution
insanity didst the
ultimate discordant prelude
resulting viz lifetime
of baleful, hateful, shameful,
and worthless venom got spewed,
hence no surprise
rabid mailer daemons
courted, thus psychosis easily wooed.