a photo of his handsome twenty-something son sat on his desk
One day I asked him about the handsome curly-headed young man
He had difficulty relaying the story but he choked it out
his son had been brilliant, a Fulbright scholar
Twenty-one-years old, one year left of college
Doing well until he ate brownies laced with drugs
Someone thought it would be funny to watch what might happen.
His son has been in a mental institution for the past ten years
He did not graduate from college, his girlfriend is married to someone else
He may never get released; he is not doing well
No one admitted to the deed that changed his future and his life.
I never thought of anything else after that when I saw his photo.
I cannot fathom this kind of pain.
Is time the greatest illusion
I’m not waiting around to see
Deja vu causes confusion
so many echos from eternity
My birth a mere occlusion
from a past life I broke free
Deja vu works in collusion
with most supreme entities
Previous cycles of allusion
came pouring back to me
Deja vu and mass delusion
nervous breakdown maybe
Since my latest convolution
visions show where I must be
Inside a mental institution
a revelation No! you all agree
Deja vu contest
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02/20/23
I laid tile on floors quite a bit
But questioned the distribution
When the job I ended up with
Was in a mental institution
When I walked in, the first thing I saw
Was a girl laughing and slapping her head
A man motioned for me to come over
I was glad and hanging on by a thread
The guy had a clipboard and said, "hello"
He said,"What you want? Glad we can meet"
I thought that was a strange way to put it
Then I noticed he was in his bare feet!
Now, I was hard eye ballin' that exit
When another guy said, "How do you do?"
He said,"I'm sorry sir, please follow me!"
I did, after I checked for his shoes!
I finally finished that bathroom
But on the jobs I've done since then
Although I tried as hard as I could
I couldn't do one, that fast again!
Wearing Great Smelling Deodorant
From Trump each and every word
We heard from him was totally absurd
After hearing him came to conclusion
Was optical illusion in mental institution.
With what he wore would try to impress
And also occasionally he tried to abscess
Worldly woman he wanted to have been
But in female bathroom didn't let him in.
What did it take to be an Olympic winner
On Wheaties box by name of Bruce Jenner
Who was playing a role about his anonymity
Wanting to be Jane who was a cute calamity.
I did determined that things may not differ
When I was being a good wiffer of her
Made no difference where he or she went
Were distinguished by desirable deodorant.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Television killed the radio.
Smart phones killing Television.
Dumbing down the nation.
Without any intervention
all will end in a mental institution!!!
15/02/2016
Silent one & Timothy Hicks Grook contest
Mental illness still a forbidden subject to talk
for some one.
It is still viewed as a weakness or flaw.
Causing deep anguish in the patient.
Some mental illness are caused by emotional
affairs. Others by biochemical disbalances.
Some of the mental disorders are treated with
prescribed pills and counseling.
The most severe mental disorders require to
hospitalize the patient in a mental institution.
Anxiety, Depression, Schizophrenia, Bipolarism,
Borderline Disorder. Mental disorders that affect
a vast population of humanity.
If you know some one with one of these disorders,
be kind to him or her.
It is enough with the daily struggle to live with the
ailment.
Besides, is nobody fault a mental illness.
9-6-2015
Looking for a Poet
In Alexandria, the town before Washington, I waited for
the bus, it didn’t stop, but then it did and my face was the
whitest one on the bus. I had the address of a bar where
a famous poet used to frequent, but he was not there he was
at his yearly stay at a mental institution.
I had brought some poems with me wanted him to read,
this was years ago I was young and thought I was unique.
Blessed days do no rob a young man of his dream.
After a few pitchers of beer, I got up and tried to read me
work, but the noise and no one listened.
I was ignored like someone walking naked through town
and no seem to notice. I was told to leave. The police,
criticised now, drove me to Alexandria and to my ship.
I shook hands and with the police officers to give the impression
of fame. In the crew’s eyes, I was famous but the skipper
was still a teetotal ass.
In the mirror, I see my face melt away in shame
And, yet I still hunt for game
I hunt you down to catch some inspiration
I’m not looking for fame…
But, my heart’s pumping with anticipation
Why do they put labels on me? Why do I devour their debris?
Perhaps, it makes them feel satisfied… to know that I had a psychotic breakdown
Why me? How did I end up in a mental institution? I wish I could flee…
I wish I could…I wish I knew
The true answers…but I’m left to question my own actions…
Not to seek satisfactions…
I want to be set free…
From poverty…
angst…
and anxiety…
I tell the voices in my head to leave…
In Christ’s name, will you leave?
Just let me breathe for a second or two…
Didn’t I tell you
To leave? I grieve for your safety, sis,
But I think you think I’m crazy…tell me if I am, miss…
And still – there’s questions left unanswered…
I feel awkward…
Staring at a blank screen before me…
I see my past unwind – set me free…
Let me be…
Can’t you see…
You are bothering me?
Should I just move on with life?
Could He delete all of my strife?
Could he or she stab me with a knife?
I’m all alone…
And, yet I don’t groan
For solitude is my best friend
Until the very end…
HERMES AMAZES ME
I accidentally gazed into a mirror today only to find my reflection of revulsion
I stared at a man who appeared to be stark raving mad
A man who gazed back at me with the same type of disgust that I had
That man looked as if he was unable to decipher or decode any kind of confusion
But in an effort to state the following with adequate elocution
I must opine that the man appears as if he should be confined to any reputable mental institution
A man who looks as if he should be donned in a straight jacket with arms secured safely in the back
And whatever he carries in his beat up and battered blue and black backpack
But I’ve heard thousands suggest that precept thousands of times or more
And in any event, that happens to be the look I am going for
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Rain is falling
The Children groaning
Gates keep closing...
No good, no good the crows cry,
He gave Kali a fist f###,
No luck,
Killed a couple and said it was the devil,
The ear of corn did hear,
The world as a mental institution,
Here's to his redemption.
No good, no good the crows cry,
He gave Kali a fist f###,
No luck,
Killed a couple and said it was the devil,
The ear of corn did hear,
The world as a mental institution,
Here's to his redemption.
The mental institution is your mind,
Compartmentalize.
Living in shadows,
Facing rejection,
Looking at my reflection.
Thoughts are powerful,
So keep in mind,
What you think you'll eventually see.
Running and fighting are tired to me.
There are no voids that need replacing,
Prepared to fix nothing, as the weight of the world comes with lightness.
People only show me shallow darkness.
Giving to take,
Killing the spirit of ideology,
I'd never take without return,
But I'm still your equal
Made to withstand all punches and robberies.
Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's"New years Resolution"contest.
My uncle Curly made his New Years Resolution.
Everything he did and said was always funny.
He went through life eating boiled eggs,honey.
When he finally got out of the mental institution.
Took him fishing one day and he dressed as a fish.
We all got hungry so we sat down for lunch.
The next thing we knew we heard a loud crunch.
Uncle Curly pulled out of his pocket his favorite dish.
Why they called him Curly we'll never know.
We laughed all of the time when he was around.
He said funny stuff and made a funny sound.
There was never any hair for him to show.
Once his resolution was made his life would change.
Rather this made you happy or made you sad.
Remember he was the best uncle I ever had.
Now people won't think he's crazy or strange.
Teresa Skyles
There was an old woman sick in the head
Who fed her kids water and sent them to bed
Her perception of the world was askew
She lived in a trailer but thought it a shoe
She fed them no bread
But rocks to them fed
Daily they ate pebble stew
And her offspring were far from few
So her children were placed in loving homes where they were fed
And to a mental institution she was led
By Robb A. Kopp
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