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As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!
He was locked inside his own mind
searching for the key to freedom
that he'd never find.
Daily struggles led to addictions.
He fought the devil while he prayed to God
"tell me what's real and what is fiction."
Loneliness ate at him every day.
He wondered what he'd done
to chase them all away.
He was afraid to close his eyes
so he dare not go to sleep,
else the devil heard his cries.
His Mama told him about a savior
who could take his pain away,
so he put his faith in God
and he accepted Christ that day.
At the bottom of the bottle, he finally found rest.
Now all his Mama can do is pray,
that God had mercy when he took his final breath...
Dedicated to my son, with love, Mama
Reform school is where he spent most of his childhood.
From there he went to prison for the bulk of his adulthood.
Paranoid Schizophrenia is the medical diagnosis of Charles Manson.
I'm sure he displayed many symptoms of this disorder while he was in prison.
When he was informed of his upcoming prison release,
he literally begged prison officials as he fell down to his knees,
"This is the only life that I know. Please don't make me go."
"I'll die out there, " he pleaded with tears in his eyes.
"Please listen to me. I'm telling you truthfully. If you send me out there I'll never survive."
Which brings me to think, who is truly the guilty party of the Tate-La Bianca murders?
Had prison officials taken him seriously, when he pleaded on his knees NOT to be released,
the Tate-La Bianca tragedy most certainly would have never occurred.
In the fifties, sixties, seventies, eighties and nineties
we would have never seen a TV commercial immediately repeated
It is a strange thing to see, back-to-back identical commercials.
The first time I noted this I thought someone would be fired.
But I am seeing it more often, so I decided to record how often.
Last night I made a little list.
car insurance commercial
repeated
treatment for schizophrenia
repeated
chocolate bar commercial
football commercial
car insurance commercial
repeated
treatment for schizophrenia
repeated
I think immediate repetition of a commercial is weird.
Am I the only one to think someone should be fired?
Doors
How fitting that the band’s name derived from Aldous Huxleys’ treatise
‘The Doors of Perception’ that purely aesthetic philosophical story of
life through the window and door I suppose of psychedelia and drugs
In a marriage of heaven and hell ‘Baby light my Fire’ perilously casts
a shadow of what became when he hatched through the final portal
unhinged wasted high as an angel the one and only Jimmy Morrison
‘This is the End’ the final curtain which Jimmy painted in words when
brilliance and despair talent and all those voices in his head were laid
to a final resting place and conclusion of a life pruned and cut so short
The end underlined the movie ‘Apocalypse Now’ in its brutal reality
in a world that does not need reality shows to distract from evil in
which Vietnam and the Holocaust are forgotten and history repeated
Jimmy’s father had been an Admiral in the forces and my father a
General had thought that years on the Russian front could be expunged
by joining NATO’s Cold War delusions fighting for Peace with ready guns
My own rebellion has been quite mild rather mellow but I wonder
how close I have sailed to the wind resisted the calls of Baader and
Meinhof have not bowed to the needle avoided full blown opposition
No comparison in talent for sure and I believe that Jimmy suffered
psychosis and I got away with depression but nevertheless in truth
it is the world that suffers from schizophrenia seems to dabble with
Mescaline induced decomposed compositions when true colours are black
‘This is the End’ and ‘Light my Fire’ misunderstood when genocide beckons
A shadow walks where silence bends,
With whispering ghosts that call as friends.
The mirror lies with fractured grace,
A thousand eyes behind one face.
He hums a song that no one hears,
Drowning doubt in static fears.
Clocks melt slow, then race ahead—
Each second stitched with ancient dread.
A prophet’s tongue in twisted speech,
Reaches truths we cannot reach.
Reality’s thread, too thin to bind,
Unravels slow inside his mind.
What cage could hold a world so wide?
What map could chart the rift inside?
The crowd recoils, they do not see
The cost of fractured clarity.
He laughs. He weeps. He disappears.
And dreams alone for all our fears.
Talking to themselves, unseen threads,
Weaving webs that tangle truth and lies,
A mind adrift in fractured, stormy seas,
Where loved ones cast out lifelines, but are refused.
Through hollow eyes, they search for someone lost,
A soul entangled in a world of broken glass,
We ache to hold the pieces, make them whole,
But they refuse the balm that quiets the storms.
Their world spins wild, a vortex pulling down,
We’re left to tread the chaos they embrace,
Prayers fall like leaves, unheard, unanswered cries,
We beg them to return, to take the cure,
But they retreat, resist the hand we give.
And still we love, though breaking at the seams,
A battle fought in silence, heard by other's yet unseen.
Human masses turn to swarm
For coordination
The collective schizophrenia
And the obfuscation
They don't give each other right
For the independence
Thus they killing any chance
For the sense production
Individual achievements
And responsibility
Such is their tendence
Quantity they want maintain
They behaved by schizo
They would liking to complain
All of them are victim
They are wrongly archetyped
In groups of their anthouse
Their biography is bio
Their self is auto
They turn everything to app
They chatbot each other
They are all shall be united
Their God is father
Their neuro is NN
Their brain is google
Their mechanisms are python
Their values frugal
They responsible would want
For the lives of others
Probably this is because
All of them are brothers
Their artworks NFT
Their these satoshi
Evolutionary acceleration
Generation
Generation
This is their syntax so
These shall be the primer
All intelligence of mine
In a single binder
They place I of them as value
Over Is of others
And their speech shall be the glue
Of society of them
For the registration
Of the interaction
Via systems of SIGINT
And ELINT ELINT ELINT
Forming such a weird field
And equality demands
Demands of designation
Program to develop units
Minimal components
And tendency to center
THUS
Initiative I took
For redefinitions
So my system the JADC2
Vehicle Ignition
Iguana is with us
And we hadn't lost it
Seems this bus isn't this bus
I accept
You post it
I demand Military Defense
To be taking action
Possible that mass affect
Isn't the affection?
Founded by Amadeus Arkham for his dearest mother,
Whose illness, like Schizophrenia, brain sphere did smother;
An imaginary psychiatric clinic unique,
Curing cursed criminals, of their psyche and physique...!
An asylum suffused with history and mystery,
Though in hearts and minds aversely abhorrent blistery;
A ride was on, history says, to bring it to the ground,
Its demolition later, plot realization found...!
Midst this, like caffeine in coffee so delicately mixed,
Brainy Batman’s miraculous movements that minds transfixed;
Confronting his arch nemesis, the petty crook, Joker,
With his strength and warfare skills as a terror provoker...!
He could stride, glide, ski, drive and dive around the asylum,
Like a satellite, analyzing each little phylum;
Crawling, crawling, calling, cajoling, capturing cases,
He could complete his mission by corroding cache traces...!
Attacks of opponents, like boomerangs, redirected,
Deadly defenses detected, dissected, and dejected;
Midst grim strange state of affairs, like a silent bomb he blasts,
Uprooting evils, like banyan trees, he forever outlasts...!
Arkham Asylum, ultimately, a tale fantastic,
Dashing, dazzling, daring, dare-devil, delightful, drastic;
Bends, mends, comprehends, apprehends, comprehends, countertrends,
With an amusing and appealing twist and turn contents...!!!
18 December 2022
Arkham Asylum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
There's no such thing as sacred
For the rational domain
Of proper logic
Where the majority of stupid
Aren't the main
For the impact their activity occur
And their needs disturbing the the State
Their demands and schizophrenia
Of their idiotic logic
Against whatever truly what appears sane
Cult of the humans
And the self-imposed
Those who live in image rather then be real
The engines that attempt to own and control
Where the convention, treaty and agreement
Aren't the deal
Poor vocabulary and illiterate speech
No buisness, threats, weird semantics
And no clarity
Impeach
Yet not in favour of the counterparts of them
Because it's neither that produce this real logic
There is no gold attached to money, neither crypto
And the Uranium enriched
Whatch what you say because the precedent is ditto
When psychopath will sue the psychiatrist
In order to assume equal defense
Become assured
That the theatrical defense of theirs
In fact determined is as the another yet offense
Offense to proper logic
And the real judgement
A crime against existence of the mental health
When there is no triangle of the Karpman
Nor the victim
Responsibility is individual process
Process complexity of court
Beyond this stupid limited the pair
Create the precedent ad interests of the sales
And profits
May coercing you as well
With programmes
The real the indictment is beyond
The capability of yours?
Do face