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It burns real sore..Much despair is tendered.' Like it or not? Like could your soul be up-ended?
Its under the fence.? Beyond those pales.' It whispers there are screams; and epic fails.'
An example of the ducking stool.? No matter your standing ( the labelling tools?) Are blunt
And forcefully handled. Too...' ad-nauseum Rules.. dunk dunk dunk.' We observe the thunk,? And
Timbreless'ness second guess..Or ten thousand more 'artificial input un-topical' man are
These doughnuts RAW.!! I guess chocolate is their vanilla? Who nightmared this up? In a
Tangle of interdiction.' At an insanity hub.? Ekow.' and how! my summation in the main, I think.? I guess.
They are out.' Yet never free.' There just seems to be no gain? Is this just like 'twister?' From those
Who have an allergy to deeper games' such as chess.? Or bridge? Or poker.? Or any thing that.. Tries your wits.' ENOUGH.! Of such boring format." With choice straightjacket? Or chocolate
Suit.?
And then the blunders of the past merged into serenity. Tranquility
ensued where wild storms had been raging.‘Safe travels’, they whispered
‘now you’re prepared and able to let go.’ The past became a beacon and compass when the ocean parted and gave life to the desert. A lizard danced around a bouquet of flowers. Devil’s Claw and Fairy Duster held hands as they swirled. Pirouetted once awoken from their slumber. Broken dreams reassembled for a new dawn.
aghast no longer he counted his many blessings
bewildering torment had faded into understanding
Charon gifted the Styx to recede for the time being
devils had stated their demonic point and gave way
enthused he rubbed his eyes from the fairy dust
foreclosed void and oblivion and grasped a nettle
ground zero recovered joy from smoldering ashes
he who mastered turmoil and uncomfortable truth
in defiance of hardship alighted from the drought
journeymen carry a flickering flame in their hearts
Kasim gave thanks to depression and disorientation
loosened the straps of straightjacket and shackles
myriads of dead ends gave birth to a fork in the road
navigated the spell of his name ‘controller of anger’
of meaning ‘defender protector gift division and oath’
purveyor of healing in the wilderness of doomed fate
‘Quo vadis’ they shouted ‘Veni Vidi Vici’ he replied
reliving bygone disaster had served malevolent dues
satisfied their purpose and may now rest in peace
transformation is not for fainthearted soulless minds
unveils instead signposts of blessed lessons for fun
vitality sprung upon him and recoiled from delusion
wasted no time once out of the box of tangled demise
xeric confusion ceased to dissatisfy unbearable thirst
yataghan’s lost handle reappeared and he gave thanks
zodiac longing finally offered surrender and firm gratitude
03rd August 2020
Quo Vadis? - Where are you going?
Veni Vidi Vici - I came saw and conquered
a yataghan is a double blade Turkish sword with no handle
quality time with her in the ocean breeze of life
what do i mean
coming home from work one day late
i see her at the table still in her work clothes
she is not happy
she tells me she has been worried sick and was praying for me
i pull her to me and kiss her lips softly with an unspoken guarantee
then i pull a small jar out of my pocket and pour it in the middle of us
she looks at me all weird and asks me if i had lunch in a straightjacket today
i laugh and and tell her no....i drove three and a half hours to collect this gift for you
you are like 'huh, what'....and i reply by explaining that i collected a bit of an ocean breeze
it is then that the bell of understanding rung in your head like BONNNNNNNG!!!!!! BONNNNNG!!!!! BONNNNNG!!!!! BONNNNNG!!!!
you become emotional and press your head against my chest
i lift your chin up to me and look into those beautiful sandy brown eyes of yours and say 'we will again one day'
you smile as if you know that it will happen
it is then that we go into the living room and cut on BEACHFRONT BARGAIN HUNT
it is not that it is ironic, oh my dear alanis, but moreso like the word 'wish' on top of an arrow pointing forward
Stuck on a hybrid labyrinth race track in undue course
Crash helmet cracked under the raw tempo of stagnation
Chequered flags waving but a motor running against the clock
In reverse and the traffic prohibits pit stops for tyres and fuel
Exhausted depleted high on adrenaline withdrawal
A silent movie plays on tiring spools of grey matter
More like a collection of photographs in faded sepia
An accident waiting to happen ready for another pile up
The gear box strains in overdrive and the pistons complain
Brake fluid seeps into the cockpit and floods the clutch
Hazards are blinking like a stroboscope and prism of pace
High octane acceleration on a road to immanent nowhere
Satellite navigation in conflict with his auto pilot
Cruise control on a highway to hell and beyond
Ejector seat wedged into a half open sun roof
Theodore calls 911 and the Thought Police arrive
Arsonists join the scene in fire engines stalled on the emergency lane
The ambulance doctor injects truth serum with dizzying speed
Body bags remain unopened but sanity is scraped off the road
Repackaged sealed in bubble wrap in case the airbag won’t open
In hospital he wakes off his trolley on a tiny stretcher
So convoluted they can’t find a straightjacket that fits
Confined to another bedlam on the psychiatry ward
And the dashboard flickers on the way to his lost mind
17th December 2019
it had been a miserable place in his heart
disconnected the body mind and soul
wandered in a straightjacket of bedlam
insanity depression and misgivings
firmly rooted in a lonely Self
abandoned by madness and despair
a crack is where the light gets in
once the solar eclipse fissures
its own crevice down to the core
separated and broken he prayed
for a shift in awareness
an awakening of renewed consciousness
for lunacy to remove the dark side of the moon
a rainbow all by itself would not
open his chakras waiting for
transcendental rejuvenation
the here and there seemed to be a wayward journey
from the sombre past to an enlightened future
while impermanence seemed despondent
full of sorrow sadness and undeterred pain
shallow regret would not suffice
but meditation eased the path
once step at a time just for today
through reflection which condensed his resolve
forgiveness and honesty crept in
an inward shell split open disassociation
composed realities and wishes
desires acceptance and the courage to transpose
he did not allow himself to fail to recall
precedent misdemeanours
dared not to forget nor revel in glory
instead he fathomed that purpose
meaning and growth required
constant attention and that change can be done
a true crackdown emerged
at the luminous dawn of novel beginnings
Sure, you love me…
But not enough to go the tougher miles
But not enough for tears but only smiles
Sure, you love me…
But only when the sun is shining bright
But only when I’m close not out of sight
Sure, you love me….
But not enough my straightjacket to be
But not enough the insanity to see
Sure, you love me…
But only when I keep demons at bay
But only when sugar coated words I say
Sure, you love me…
But not enough to fill my every need
But not enough to bind me when I bleed
Sure, you love me…
But in front of others my love you deny
But in front of others you just let me cry
Sure you love me…
But only when there’s no one else to kiss
But only when there’s no one else to miss
Sure, babe, sure you love me...
But this isn’t what love’s meant to be
But don't be surprised when I set you free
Eileen Manassian
just thinking … that emotion is the new reason
unadulterated feeling removed from the brink of
a showcase of intuition relieved and narrated by
the heart at the threshold of sentiment and passion
conscience on the royal road to magic sensations
when the hyena of analysis morphs into a dolphin
a unicorn pokes the terrified bubble of the mind
and driftwood flies to the tune of a universal soul
recycled trash dissolves the mental heap of tips
of an iceberg polar bears and penguins transcend
madness as cure for insanity and crazy bedlam
if you discard the straightjacket of conjecture
refute the shackles prise open trapdoor’s springs
refuse to mediate between prescriptions and levitation
encourage the sleeping giant to rise to the challenge
stop to engage with a dangerous theatre of rationale
when bells and whistles chime and synapses jingle
and an inner pied piper heals the rat race of cogitation
the cogs of internal hamster wheels come off the trolley
spin on an axis of intuition and alite from just thinking
30th December 2020
T'is urgent Mr.Moon,
You don't want to be a slacker;
Respond to me ASAP
Regarding my mere matter.
No resentment in my bones,
No anger and no fury.
Time is ticking on the clock,
Before I face the jury.
Me- I'm small and You- You're big and
Every single night,
Forever looking up at you
For you can expedite...
Approval for my freedom,
Am ageing like a prune.
You can change my future,
So c'mon Mr.Moon.
Know that you're THE moon,
So wave your giant wand.
Offering a treaty...
If only you respond.
Press once more the urgency,
This all that I require-
Answers to my questions,
For here I may expire.
Help me Mr.Moon,
The nurses and the doctors-
Speaking very loudly,
Sounding like the choppers!
Help! Help!! the doctors and the nurses,
Have got me! Yes they've got me
They've got me with
Vexed verses.
Don't touch me, Don't dare touch me,
My friend he sees you all.
You may be big but he is huge and
You you're very small.
I tell you all he's up there and
watching everything,
Oh my gosh did you see that?
A flying large g-string !
Save me Mr.Moon,
Wait, I can see a placket,
Oh no, Oh no, Oh my gosh...
This is a tight straightjacket!!!
A straightjacket they have on me,
This your fault old moon.
Can't believe what you've done-
Be seeing you real soon.
You don't care and you don't care,
Swear I have no air...
Cannot breathe, gonna heave,
the moon he's everywhere.
Laughing at you all,
He looks like a cartoon...
There he is behind that cloud,
Swear it is the moon!
Listen to me all,
Listen ! Listen !! Listen !!!
This the truth; I speak the truth,
Fact and this not fiction.
The moon has stalked me all my life
This like a steel cocoon,
Get me out of here...
I swear it was the moon !!!
This is a joke I swear it is,
In fact against the law.
You and me it's on I swear;
Moon and I to war.
Poetry be damned
The grey coloured straightjacket of poetry
I have, like, Houdini freed me of these shackles
flowers, loveliness and mendacities.
An unbearable burden getting buried by a ton
of rotten blooms. I am free!
Fly from tree to tree not seeing the foliage,
soar higher than anyone before so elevated,
the blue planet is a bauble on a Christmas tree.
I land in a potato field with ordinary colours and
brown soil and when flowers from Amsterdam
are in season I`m free to wade in a muddy pool,
wear yellow wellies towing on a string a tiny sailboat
that (as by magic) becomes a three mastered schooner.
All this because I ain´t no poet but a writer and can
use double negatives if I so wish
(from my book When Beelzebub Ruled)
Poetry and vignettes)
Beuracratic twee Bridgend..Has banned a
Donkey ride buisness, thats been on the go'
For over, one hundred years; my friends!
Such great interaction with good muscle workouts..When the donkeys
Saw action.' I reckon they walked in dry, the damp; and rain.' Being usefull to their humans is for them no pain.' Tactile animals they enjoy being the attraction.!! Bringing
Smiles to kids faces, and much satisfaction..Inner city children maybe some blind, feeling fur and maybe not?
Left out? Or behind.? Jay Bateman their
Owner is so very sad..I a just see straightjacket
Manner, when all is said.' A clinical answer
To a non-existent irk..Being rammed
Down Porthcawl shoreline..Though in reality it don't
Work.'