“Synergies of Inner Paint” by Eidz
chasing sanity
among hideous shadows
cast into the mind
by broken lights of the eyes
detached from reality
Psychiatry
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“Progress and Psychosis” by J Ethan Hopper
let’s dance
on the shoddy parquet
that maddening marquetry
inlaid by angry fingers
resurfacing
prefrontal cortex
for violent release
of uncontrolled impulse
devolving the limbic
paleomammalian
instinctive self
let’s dance
to the devil’s own beat
that maddening metronome
urged on by angry fingers
disarranging
chords of compunction
for vicious release
of unrestrained mayhem
subverting the conscience
morality pissed upon
flushed to the sewers
I don’t care
why we dance
broken brains or sheer badness
who gives a rat’s ass
just so long as they
lock us both up
and then melt down the keys
into molten revenge
or burnt reckoning
either way putting us
where we belong
Artwork from pinterest,com
pears and persimmons
freshen the tongue
with their disparate flesh
feeding opposite moods
to bicameral mouths
of a suppliant mind
veering taste between
sweet and astringent
expectant of only
a certain uncertainty
“Merzbild the Psychiatrist 1919” by Kurt Schwitters
mind mechanics who tinker with innards of misfits
PhD’s and MD’s with assistant voyeurs
armed with chemical cleavers and couchfuls of dream-sweat
lay open and palpate benign eccentricities
driven to modulate so-called abnormalcy
drunk on elixirs of theories distilled from
the semen of Freud and the spine juice of Jung
these self-possessed specialists blueprint new syndromes
for every least tic of behavior and habit
once curbed by mere forces of popular scorn
now free to enjoy celebration by acronyms
swearing their craft owns the wisdom of science
when challenged by genuine ills of psychopathy
colorful capsules are scooped from their pockets
professional platitudes pour from their lips
hot electrodes deliver a maelstrom of shocks
to poor major depressives devouring memory
scribblers of clinical notes and self-help books
these roosters of rubber-floored wards and asylums
sport popinjay egos and Savile Row plumage
congenital misfits amidst mad humanity
Untitled Painting by Steve Capiz
yellow gold powder-pressed tablets
compressed with soft secrets of time
slay the dragons who roost in the mind
restore balance to an unbalanced brain
counteract deep depressive disorder
square upright the bent psychic shoulders
to stand above legacy shame left by injury
sapping the confident pride of a long ago
powerful life of ebullient existence
a hunched haunted soul now revivified
owing to modern arcane pharma-chemical
harvest of biomolecular magic solutions
“Face of Insanity” by Calvin Armitage
savant in his prison
of ill-construed sanity
arm’s-length perceptions
he’s more than a lunatic
less than a man
curiosity freakishly wired
in only one mode sublime
single dimensional genius
inhabits dystopian
wards of society
cognitive spectrum
a flat graph of functions
miscast as outcast
a social pariah
pejorative analog idiot
save for that singular
most inexplicable
island of intellect massively
mountained by memory
rare suffered syndrome
we cannot pretend
to in least comprehend
raising questions of
which of us owns
the superior mind
From my book Onionskin
Bipolar Portrait
Painting by Mathew Ihasz
From pinterest.com
twin demons dance
among neurons
hellish the music
electronic synthesis
plays in the mind
personality pulled by
two disparate tempos
a slow and go agony
grappling with ganglia
desperate to grab onto
temperate moments
slip-sliding between
the too little too much
blunt intensities
polarized quashing
the peace of pedestrian
passage through life
but then…
genius is suited to
dancing with demons
to banishment off
to the edges of sanity
rarefied precincts
of furious function
the cognitive freewheel
of madness propelled
many great contributions
to arts and to sciences
black and white
bleak and bright
products of changeable
suffering intellects
gifts that would prove
providential to we
unafflicted dull masses
“Zusammensetzung VIII”
Painting by Wassily Kandinsky
From chmc-dubai.com
all the kindly advice
in the world cannot
light the dull eye
nor release gripping
clinical claws of a
dogged depression
no room to remember
old laughter the mind
grown too busy too
pensive the heart too
despondent no room
left for colors of life
what for some is an
effortless journey
becomes an impossible
trek for those bodies
indeed all but dead
save for pieces of pain
pain that lives like a
parasite carnal of
appetite feeding
on tissue and muscle
and bone endless
meals of tomorrows
here is hopelessness
bleak and as black as
the bowels of Sauron
psychiatry empty of
cures suggests coping
by way of blind stupor
what good is a choice
for a chemical limbo
existence of artifice
vanished of essence
erasing the self seems
no real choice at all
“Heart in Hand”
Photo from cre8tiva.blogspot.com
artful chemistry
brings science to aching hearts
malnourished organs
Self Hatred II
Drawing by xiaoD
From theocddiaries.com
evil animates them
gives them dangerous purpose
homed in on soft targets
parochial parasites
cutting can’t kill them
for demons don’t bleed
they lack vital organs
so bullets are useless
because they don’t breathe
you can’t smother or choke them
they can’t eat or drink
so no poison will work
they insinuate stealthily
into despair guilt or
private held shame
self-loathing sustains them
the only inoculant
shield of immunity
or once afflicted
the sure disinfectant
the full cleansing purgative
flows from belief
in the reasons
you’re worthy of love
Poesy plus Polemics 