Animal Mental Illness Poems

I will commit suicide

I will commit suicide
I can’t live
Someone wants kill me
I don’t need this life
English psychology…
English psychology…
Destroyed my life

Why?
I don’t know
Am I a human?...

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The forest is a dark place.
Heavy going under the trees face
Faces of anguish and shear fear
The dog on top and being clear.

Not hiding away behind...

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Smooth Talkers are double-minded in the mind and heart.
  Your words have no actions only reactions and are
   similar to cymbals that...

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dead rat in the road
flat rat in the road
as if placed without gore
more like a small fur rug
than a rodent
as it ran to its conclusion
not...

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Cape Mendocino	

The westernmost tip of California
hard to reach
except by Google earth
the usual method of exploration
these days.

The Point Arena Library
where I hung my words upon
the Poet...

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How evil is this society, 
for telling the truth, 
that it will jeopardize your entire life and 
others that are around you.
How many more lions...

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Beguiling as a cunning fox
Deleterious intent without stop

Empty promises of free healthcare
Great pain and suffering like a sick animal in its lair

Some saw it while...

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We dream of rain... 
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart 
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and...

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Underneath our sins/  they call us sinners
Underneath our pride???underneath our happiness? Buried within society? We heard them shout?
We heard them shout at the top...

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On days like these.
I feel the need. 
When lovers roam.
Driven a part, I need these
Feel my hand the reason it bleeds
and most of all I...

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We dream of reason 
A dry season
a setting of the western sun
A dark wraith 
a bold hold of hands-on high
A reason for the gun
A black...

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I am gripped by fear
Of an unknown source
I run
I spin
Afraid to turn my back on that which I cannot face

The sound of footsteps
Grows louder
Not ceasing
But...

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Sometimes I think I should have started this prose
With a disclaimer of sorts
To my readers, many of those
Who may think me out of my gourd

Sometimes...

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Spotted dress respectable knee length
Disguises her many feathered fetishes 
Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength
Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes

Wings tuck tight within...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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