psychotics observe
they see a scripted world
of mindless zombies
young alice was blind
coming from a small village
where nothing differed
alice took a trip
unpredictables galore
and traditions end
these were upon her
on return to village home
her blindness now cured
Categories:
psychotics, adventure, analogy,
Form: Haiku
focus of a madwo/man
just how many psychotics
have we had to endure
passing through our lives
since the lies began being
told? how many madwo/men
quoting “scripture” as if it
validated their acts, as if their
lives had been determined, as
if “fate” had driven them
in the direction of something
total, something that would
eventually ring true, in light
of all that had been
“in the way of ‘the lord’?”
rather be with the “adulterers”
than in the focus of a madwo/man,
rather be dead set in a
murderer’s sights, than to be
“saved” by s/he who assures that
“they walk without sin”
(whatever the **** “sin” is),
rather be in the darkest pit below
amidst those condemned by all
the self-righteous, than to be
forced against one’s will to
succumb to the hypnosis,
rather be in doubt for the rest of
these days, than to be
certain, with a megalomaniac
holding all their reasons to live
in a book which they feel gives
them permission to.
Categories:
psychotics, life,
Form: Free verse
Met the squint-eyed oracle
Puttin' down the trowel
To the new Delphi
'Cause his tongue got stuck
On circumstance
Claimed was struck
Epileptic-ally divine
On a highway back in Illinois
And just grazed the viaduct
If only a priestess with shorthand
Would live in a camper in Mazatlan
He'd write the link 'tween Jefferson's dream
And Lincoln's
Quite willin' to play first chair messiah
To a new civilization
Provided we're all in the audience
Did a stand-up routine
Two epics long
Of daring do over Burma
Time done in institutions
Told of a dozen psychotics saved
By what's called his
"Radiated Presence"
Each broken reflection's of self
Wondered off wavin'
It's time for lunch
Categories:
psychotics, confusion, history, imagination, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Mental Mental Mental,
the only thing I can think,
I have to be seriously mental,
to be put on these?
Reading what they are used for,
on the internet today,
O.M.G seriously,
why the heck i'm I on these.
It's only just sunken in now,
all day I was happy,
even after leaving the doctors,
nothing was bothering me.
At the moment I'm just a ginnie pig,
till they find one that suits,
looks like a roller coaster ride,
for the next few weeks.
In 2 more hours I take my first pill,
I have no idea what to expect,
I'm still trying to hesitate,
these pills I just don't want to take.
Like everything else I've disliked in life
I'll force myself when it's time,
but I wasn't expecting Anti Psychotics,
this **** just blows my mind.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Categories:
psychotics, life,
Form: I do not know?
anti-psychotics, dont you feel so exotic?
nothing left in me but a few hypnotics.
Life is fine, no need to define
Nothing left in me, my memory is fine.
Reality is wrong no need to live long
Nothing left in me, I do not belong.
My vision is real, I can not describe how I feel
Nothing left in me, no room to heal.
Everything the same, no need to complain
Nothing left in me, my thoughts are like rain.
Narcotics, Narcotics dont you feel so exotic?
Nothing left in me but a few anti-psychotics.
You can relate, I know its too late
Nothing left in me, no need to hesitate.
My scars describe how I feel on the inside
Nothing left in me but suicide.
Need I say more or can you adore
Nothing left in me no where to explore.
Anti-psychotics mixed with hypnotics are just the same as narcotics.
Categories:
psychotics, depression, life, recovery from...,
Form: I do not know?
That which would make me a cog in the machine ,
dragoon me into a lethal automaton
be left in the walls of sleep.
As the sun bleats in fear of crowds &
the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire.
Let the world spin on thru space's
quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink
on the writer's hand. Or let the
chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks &
chunks of lung, held by the prism of
your stare.
To dance swirling down the drain
as another matter for the brain to tick
as a clock tocks out seven days to review
& recall all infected packets of nurofen.
Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case
of the flu while the fever dreams strike
drowning in clay & blank doll faces.
As my daughter will drink only the finest wine
& my son will make all the other children cry
w-/ the malice of his fingers.
In the first flash of a passionate love
affair , feather light, beating as two hearts
revolve round the moon lit stage.
Categories:
psychotics, art, confusion, death, dedication,
Form: Free verse