Long Sanitarium Poems

If out of darkness comes light, then my life must be one ginormous ray of sunshine right about now. Coming out of a 14-year classroom coma, I am now awake, yet I continue to slumber...

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   In the Abaddoned depths of Faith's cosmos, 
a delusion of grandeur 
and of wonder blunders in awe, 
puts its hook securely in blasphemers jaw.
Curiousity opens Hell's salivating maw,...

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How come they call it Labor Day when nobody works?
And why Pool-Table?  Where's the diving board?  the water?
How can you play "Draw-Poker" without paper and pencil?
Do Negroes really have bigger knees?
And Flashlight: A...

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A child was born, suffering “excess de zele” behavior
Depression and schizophrenia were his all time plague.
First actions of adult life expressed his love for the Savior.
His passion for humanity and God were never vague.
With the...

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Once
these corridors 
echoed with life
a citadel for restoration
of body and mind
a bastion of promise
for the tormented
to the outside world
it had many names
Forest Lawn Sanitarium
was its Nome de plume

I--- simply called it--- home

In its day
it was...

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The memory of your warm kisses embraces my fear
As I lay in this huge bed, in the middle of nowhere
Crashing surf calms me as I try to close my eyes to sleep
But anxiety grips me,...

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i stare at your face in the photograph; 
this frozen one dimensional echo of a beauty I have lost - 
and i feel myself slowly die, 
just a little bit more each time...
i don't know...

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Anonmymous fingers reach to strangle. 
     AUTONOMOUS.
 A residual print of 4D shadow.
To nestle a cozy 3D-RESIDENCE.
              ...

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My father painted
western landscapes and bluebonnets
in a manner that can be described as “primitive.” 
He painted with his heart to stay sane 
in the never-sane world 
of the mens’ tubercular sanitarium.
From what little I actually...

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Falling through the cold air, sliding through mud down a cliff side. Skins paler than pale and I can't breath or see straight. As the air caress' the skin and the dirt stains me as...

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My friend Meg was leaving for a week-long vacation
And struggling hard to provide for her congregation:
With a horse, two dogs, one cat and a bird
You might as well say she had a whole herd

I arrived...

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trimmed all my long hair
the hair i always dreamed about and wasn't there
somethings are never measured by the means of the brain
shoulders at ease while you're becoming insanely sane
everything in discipline like a track less...

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DOCTOR STRANGE     MASTER OF MYSTIC ARTS
               BY JAMES EDWARD LEE

In the dead of night
Even in the day...

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You knew by then there wasn't much left,
except wandering sterile halls--
amid blackened lungs; 

Where time meant nothing--
fading into insipid yesterdays, 
knitting needles complicating--
tomorrow's worried hands;

Age, flattened numbers--
held tightly against your heaving bosom,
as if engraved with...

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Doc Holliday Bites the Dust

By Elton Camp

Doc Holliday’s depicted as a vicious killer
But his actual life was much less of a thriller
Not in the West, but in Georgia he was born
By a classical education his...

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There once was a man nicknamed  " Nutty "
It was down to the way he played Footie,
Each match he'd score ten
Again and again
Then he'd pop off for a pint and a butty.

Each family tree...

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Concrete Boxed Graves 
Concrete boxed graves. 
Compressed ceilings. 
Surrounded by emptiness. 
Long hall-ways of loneliness. 
Caged in fear, penitentiary dreary. 
Isolated decayed society. 
Mind warped. 
Coldess to slumber. 
Psychologically insane. 
Tormented and left behind. 
Unforgiving...

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Temper temper
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Temper temper tantrum
Chaos and the clutter
Pulling hair and
Snarling bantum
Screaming mad shrew
Like in a stadium boo boo
Bloody Mary
Yelling red volcano
Suspend your eruption
Of push and snap
Stop your
Foul melody
All over again
Don't claim
What is not ..
Supreme you
Wanna...

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I found myself in a crayon box
And then upon a pair of socks
I was once the color of a geranium
And they put me in an sanitarium

But when the good things came about
I seemed to always...

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She walked that fine line
each and every day,
as the demons deep inside her head
tried coming out to play.

She knew them for who they were
and the evil they could do;
She relied on prayer and medication
each day...

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So Bright Stayed the Sun Horn Haiku

See some sanitarium
Where there has been her or him
When times became dim.

Was a sad state of affairs
For all of them no one cares
Each one sits and stares.

Have heaven as...

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