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Since time out of mind, out of thought,
a molecule of mankind (like I)
is held hostage by the garrote
of just being, and wonders why
the universe has it overwrought,
but too woebegone to ramify.
As my fragile frame and presence
of mind contract and then explode,
aspects of self lose existence
(like schizophrenic à la mode):
and therefore no longer make sense,
whilst suffering a manic episode.
Because of my mad disorder,
these lines reflect a troubled rhyme
(and an unbalanced word order);
still, so long as I feel sublime,
there won't be need (by court order)
for me to do more Bedlam time.
An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who
Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling
Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where,
Depressive roars embalm Lilith's lawns. Awash with smoked prairies and
Equinoctial secrecy, my neon lips swathe in life's witchy lies, for -
Flames of fury, lace every lead feather of the pewter crow, that feasts on beliefs.
Grieving charcoal stars swing like souvenirs of deceit when,
Heartbeats of hibiscus moon, shiver and shatter upon my schizophrenic
Ink, carving betrayals in asphalt ashes. "Am I a
Jewel of jinx, floating like a jet-black jasmine across
Kohl orchards?" - whispers time's wistful rebirth in the
Lachrymose lake of death, as conspiracies entwine in cyan cobwebs within
Medusa's redstone heart, tumbling at my tulip-tombstone.
Now, nebulous blackbirds, rise from corbeau cinders, as
Onyx wings of resilience have torn apart and
Pierced every sheath of shimmering faith - surrendering to the
'Queen of darkling serendipity', as her clemency clenches me onto the cusp of
Rhetoric valleys and winds pirouette with a pirate's porcelain wave,
Silencing the saffron of my soulful sculpture, in eternal streams of fall.
Thornless fate has forevermore, been an insomniac illusion and maybe,
Ultraviolet elegies of saturn's rings will become a noose for my dreams and
Viola orbs will encase every dove-dawn in a woeful chrysalis,
When anxiety's darkling dungeon, spreads across rustic realms and
Xanthic Satan dethrones my poinsettia-crown, as survival holds onto the
Yarns of last crystal light within Cleopatra's claustrophobic hope. But in the
Zillionth moment - my heart shall wail in rhymeless refrain - am I the one, lost?
Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe
My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy
christened Matthew Scott Harris)
doth newt come
like some hootie and the blowfish
super tramping
cheap trick linkedin to
wings at the reo speed wagon
spinning zz top soundcloud.
Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,
savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility, spurring, seething,
somewhat stultified, sophisticated,
spellbound spirited scabrous
schlemiel schlemazel, stenciled,
sundered sniveling sanguine storied
snakebitten sojourning smartass,
skeptical shoddy sophomoric
screwball, subtly sagacious,
stunted, sclerotic, scrappily
shuffling short, Shylock
styled sideburns Semite,
sainted Shasta sipping
shriveled sad sack,
sullenly syncopated, synthesized,
slobbering sybaritic, scruffy
sheepish sketchy scalawag,
Socratically scrutinizing, seizure
stricken, stoically sneezing,
shamed Skidrow skeezer, shifty,
sweaty, sham shaman,
supremely spidery, schmaltzy,
sylan seeking subsidized succor,
self shuttered, sequestered,
sidelined, shiftless, shabby,
semantically snazzy, soldiering,
shrieking, skulking, somber,
stooping, Segway scootering,
schmart spendthrift, Swahili
speaking, straitlaced, streamlined,
spongebobbing, sandal shod
sealegs, squarepants sporting
spectacles, sedate, sensate,
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid
skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned,
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer.
Helena has been rambling for nearly twenty minutes.
I have her blathering on speaker.
I barely listen as I paint my canvas.
Some conversation about her neighbor Ruth
Ruth wants her sister Cookie’s life.
Ruth talks about Cookie’s husband.
Something is wrong with Ruth.
Maybe she is schizophrenic or something.
She has not been out of her house since Tuesday.
Maybe she is sick, I say. Maybe you should check on her.
Helena laughs. I’m not going to check on her!
She spies on me all the time.
Every time I go out, there she is, staring at me.
Hey wait! WHERE is SHE going?
Ruth?
Yes! She is leaving in her car. Right now.
She could be going to a store, I say.
She is obsessed with me! Helena tells me.
There is something wrong with her.
I think she is OBSESSED WITH ME! Helena's voice is rising.
I am barely listening, outlining a tree in green paints.
I think there might be an obsession I think
But I wisely keep this thought to myself.
the numbers come in
62 percent say no—
no to the chair,
no to the needle,
no to suffocation,
by use of nitrogen gass,
no to the quiet hum of the state’s revenge.
but these governors
dont believe in your god
or any afterlife,
they just believe in power
and the hard steel of punishment.
they say killers of children
are beasts—
but beasts are born of something broken,
a twisted wire
in the brain’s dark room.
and yet, they drag
the quiet schizophrenic,
the dreamer with the soft eyes,
into the same cage
and call him or her dangerous too.
justice
wears a crooked badge,
and if you say
you weren’t harmed,
if you whisper
you did nothing,
they still twist your words,
stack the deck,
smile through jury tampering
like it’s just another game
at the courthouse bar.
two weeks to save your life—
that’s all they give you.
fourteen days
to read a lifetime of law
and stand against a machine
that eats the poor and the lost.
62 percent say no,
but the machine keeps running—
a blind god
that never hears
the prayers of the condemned.
should our children have to witness--
these executions,
claiming some form of deterrent,
as they did in the 19th century.
In the depths of the mind stretches an ocean of shadows and lights,
where thoughts flow like endless rivers of questions,
there, where the schizophrenic soul struggles, caught in a vortex,
trying to find a corner of peace among the confusing waves.
He is a castaway on the sea of broken dreams,
where each moment is a drop of restlessness falling
on the vast surface, creating circles of silent echoes,
where time becomes an illusion, a clock without hands.
And yet, in the same vast ocean, the mystic floats with grace,
embracing the night with wings of light,
each wave becomes an unwritten poem,
and each drop of water a pearl of hidden wisdom.
For him, the waves are paths to endless horizons,
where eternity reveals its secret in colors of gold and silver,
and the sky is a chandelier of stars in their eternal dance,
a silent symphony that embraces the soul with divine chords.
But what separates these two travelers of the same ocean,
what transforms the agony of one into the ecstasy of the other?
Perhaps only an unseen thread, a thin line of consciousness,
a delicate veil of understanding that binds and separates.
In the depths of the mind, where reality is born and unravels,
each soul weaves its cloak of stars and shadows,
navigating the seas of paradoxes in search of truth,
for we are all just travelers on the waves of eternity.
We label not only ourselves but others.
Multiple personality, schizophrenic, bi-polar.
Everyone fights for a seat at the Asperger table.
We all want to become something special.
Downing our valium and lithium pills at an alarming rate.
We are shaky and unsteady now; fuzzy thinking but content.
Because we have our labels, wearing them prominently.
Stamping our skin with tattoos of truth and valor.
We convince ourselves we are unique
When in fact, we are but a pack of minions
all vying for the same labels,
heading toward a sleepless night
Anxiety compounded upon anxiety
thanks to our ridiculous addiction to the news
Turn off the murders and rapes; we don’t need them!
But wait, maybe we do ….
to justify our labels.
My soul is lost
upon ice-blue crevasses so deeply!
help me my blue elephant
that lettuce is brave
like electrons always saying hello
and never goodbyes!
You slip on lice and break your arms
it's all so SCHIZOPHRENIC: tangentiality!
stilted speech and phonemic paraphasia
are mainly broken-minded poets
who use both sides of a pencil
-+95% of black eyes kill 5% of rabbits
and the bird whistles in Japaneses:
"sei shin bun retsu byo"
( mind split disease)
where logic and proportion falls
between the King & Queen
AND ALL ANGELS go to 7-Eleven
in their heavenly garments to buy
hot dogs and slur-pees
and writing is a socially acceptable
form of schizophrenia...hmm....
such is the paradox of delusion
and how are you? When you walk down
a sidewalk to the abuse of verbally
abusive birds chirping loudly how
dull and stupid you are. So you move into
a homeless shelter and make new friends!
:: 10242015 ::
I woke up this morning dazed and confused,
I was in a strange room, in a strange bed.
There was a woman beside me looking quite bemused,
Saying, “Are you getting up you sleepy head?”
Two kids walked in that I’ve never seen before,
Whining, “Daddy we’re gonna be late!”
I swung around the bed planting my feet on the floor;
My stability wasn’t really great.
I expected them to scream once they saw my face,
Thinking that I must have been someone else.
They reacted as if I belonged in this place;
It actually hurt when I stopped and pinched myself.
I didn’t know which way the bathroom was,
Or where I would find my clothes;
I was surprised to find I was in pajamas,
Because I had never worn those.
Everyone else acted quite normally,
As I walked around in a haze;
Trying to figure out who I was supposed to be
For a couple of days.
Then one morning I woke up in my other bed;
In the place that I knew as home.
Completely naked, no pajamas instead;
Living in an apartment all alone.
Now when I go to sleep at nights,
I don’t know where I will awake;
Living with the schizophrenic fright
Of two lives that I cannot shake.
Dodge Penitentiary, what are those voices/
Dodge Penitentiary, losing my mind doing time/
Dodge Penitentiary, where the am I?/
I entered Dodge Penitentiary, hardest of the hard/
My paws on the concrete, ready to fight/
I see familiar faces in the shadows/
Are they still my friends or will they test me/
Schizophrenic like crazy, my first time in prison/
I may be paranoid, but, I can hold my own/
My friends greet me, I'm part of the gang/
So... I see I'll be doing easy time here/
We run the prison, we control the Penitentiary/
I'm eating good, I hit the weight pile/
In no time, I'm packing on muscles/
I become the most respected here/
The guards learn to fear and respect me/
Dodge Penitentiary, vato, this easy time/
Ride or die in this Penitentiary/
Feels like home, but I miss my freedom/
Vato, this easy time/
Ummm... Does anyone know the Antichrist entered Dodge Penitentiary/