lock them away!
throw the key into
the deepest sea
open steel doors nevermore
evil lives here
construct sky high walls
build them higher
and higher
don't ever stop
add wire on top
evil lives here
sedate them 'till
all fight is lost
give them candy bars
if it makes them glad
this is truly
a world gone mad
bars on the windows-
cold doors shut tight
secrecy and mystery
the outside world
will never know.
evil lives here.
Much More Sedation
How can I get myself out of the way?
Who did become obstacle day after day
Causing problems and difficult times
When I want to find a word that rhymes.
There are things that my ego does compel
Like having hard head starting to swell
Making melodic speeches all day long
Knowing he never will ever be wrong.
Have you met someone like this before?
And if you do sure will want to ignore
Recently revived from taking sedation
After hearing him again on TV station.
Here we go again with the Presidential race.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Sedation for Every Situation
When you need sedation for every situation
Should try something they call sublimation
While poets write poems that are heavier
Which are ones they all favor and savor.
Myself I am rather some simple sort
Who likes living on my own self-support
With poems firmly and clearly in my mind
Never loosing others or leaving them behind.
Don't need a long list with a super suspense
Won't fear results of my each consequence
That may end up becoming predicated
On way other's positions are situated.
There's no way my poem can be confusing
Or of grandeur creating an optical illusion
If what you inferred and infused is correct
Is there some animosity in it I do detect?
When looking at things will be many ways
And pills laying out in long, prolific trays
Beside each other that are running tandem
Would you want selection to be random?
Why not wait for doctor to prescribe
Then a round of beer start to imbibe
Because, of course, what we want to select
Is comforting thought having that same effect.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
It’s morning and darkness dawns on the shadowy recesses of her soul.
Voices from afar, echo through the hollow emptiness,
Yet cannot penetrate her comprehension.
Sorrow has befriended her
And Fear has enveloped her in his immobilizing embrace.
A spark ignites and the hatred begins to burn
As she struggles towards the surface,
Gasping for a breath of consciousness.
The flames fan out in a wild torrent of rage.
Oh that familiar prick of the needle,
And the awareness ebbs away with the dissipating smoke.
Sedation, like a wet blanket, chokes her fury
And she is forced back into her dismal, numbing prison.
She surrenders and sinks into the darkness.
Here, she will await another opportunity
To unleash the cold heat of her pain.
Thoughts haunt with no way to make them stop,
1 pill, 2 pills, 3 pills, 4.
The only way to ease the pain is to sedate,
5 pills, 6 pills, 7 pills, then 3 more.
If its not one thing its another,
1 slice, 2 slice, 3 slice, 4.
One failure after another never ending,
5 slice, 6 slice, 7 slice, then 3 more.
Can never get ahead of it,
1 burn, 2 burns, 3 burns, 4.
For it’s a tormenting cycle,
5 burns, 6 burns, 7 burns, then 3 more.
Just want to be sane again,
1 gasp, 2 gasps, 3 gasps, 4.
I wish I could start over,
5 gasps, 6 gasps, 7 gasps, till there's no more.