INTERREGNUM

In my soul therein lies
a traumatic rabbithole...
How is my role?
Bookended by love?
And Heaven above?
Daze where my future
lies in the past? Present chemical
lobotomy exempted--where
future can there be?
Geodon raped my soul,
axed orgasm, evil landscapes
mind flayers imprisoning life
Picasso red expression
Period. Blue
No longer relaxed in my skin.
No amount of Tai Chi
can heal this crime.
Must begin again>
Where is my courtesy phone?
Cubed in my MIND
Trapdoors, to everywhere
But safety, vampiric jungle. Multiple liar team lawyers
weaving a tangle of mind crimes
Deathstar went up a hill casting shadows
and aspersions into
A man. And not a man.
There is no room for lies here.
Not for this one.
A primal scream will not heal,
only love and absolute clarity, we feel.
Hooligans and rats running around
the town they craft everchangingly
toward a great loss to true citizen.
Is this a capital offense
brought to life by Jupiter's northwest
Rome?
Why won't they leave?
Where is my home?

Untitled

There are no losers and uncertainties,
Only misunderstood artists, some are c omm uni sts
capital ists and s o c i a lists painting crimson and umber
to a crowd of ivory windows...
Troubadours never taught to understand
the unwritten vanishing point

Leaf Play

gathering leaves, crackle crackle,
blowing wind
calling back to thoughtful moments
happy-go-lucky ghosts
piling up to jump in
grinning from my ears
over the years
I will spread leaves
to every yard
so they can believe
in Halloween.

Seattle

lawyer think tanks on highest
Defcon
Playing the finest cruel duel
Makes one think of Enron's
not so distant rule
Crystal echoing the witch hunt
backed by Swedish Hospital's ascent
as champions of king of the dung hill.
How can we stop the wicked wicked lies
of Wraiths and the Lord of the Flies
Confusing the simple masses, they do
Awake. I lie helplessly in quicksand,
waiting for an end

Seattle

A fool can be fooled for so long.
A clever man his whole life~~

Been thrown to the wolves...

Can anybody help me now?

Grinning with a great drug of choice...

A taste of cream-filled chocolate
Toungue dancing playfully
Propels me happily through
rainy days,
like these

Conversations with an anonymous policeman

when the poor come to you for help...why do you laugh?
if you smear somebody's life and you make a mistake...why don't you admit your fault?
Then follow through with undoing the damage. It's not a sign of weakness...
If someone is suffering from PTSD...how come you persecute them and operate out of denial about what you are doing?
I already know your answers to these things. I've lived it. I'm still living it. Guess you have it planned for the rest of our victimized lives. Guantanamo Bay.
How usefull and safe is Homeland Security? As safe as a mortgage loan?
What do you think of criminal private paramilitary prison systems and sanctioned torture inside the U.S.?
Confess to how you would treat a victim of depression, PTSD, and schizoaffective disorder...I bet you toast to their likelihood of suicide.
Why do you spread lies in the neighborhood about innocent people? The locals eat it up like a coffeehouse cookie. You could talk to the targeted individuals first. That's functional.
Do the business owners understand right from wrong? Their bigger picture is to demonize and spread it through the streets, to local professionals and TV station workers. The Elite.
Do you live by Sun Tzu? Could you try something honest and peaceful instead?
Why do you call us "crazy" to dehumanize us?
Your brutality comes out of which playbook?
Can you do the right thing instead of subjecting victims to Sysiphus fate?
Mistakes made by PTSD were replaced and paid for a long time ago. You know.
Why do you treat us like an animal, plotting terrorist?
How will you dress up for Halloween? Take the badge off so you can have psychopathic vigilante injustice?
Why is compassion and love considered sedition?
Why do you use coffeehouses and bars for spreading propaganda? Do you support organized crime when it serves your purpose? Corporations that lie to get away with crimes against it's people, cities?
What would the Dalai Lama say? Jesus Christ? A person on the street?
Maybe we just want to be able to live, breathe, work like we did once--able to survive...before it was wrongfully taken away. yes it was.
Why did you handcuff the American dream?
Help treat us to unrivaled injustices...isn't that a little obscene?
Here we stand together at the scene of your crime.
Mussolini must resign.

A SCHIZOPHRENIC NOTE TO GOD

To love and forgive, divine.
Show me a sign--
That is not a voice of mine.
Joy is your smile without revile,
A stigmata in my mind.
Dying to thine self,
If only that would free
My caged soul
Like a passionate drink of wine.
Show me a sign--
That is not a voice of mine.
How completely can we love,
Without a devil whispering?

Am I still listening?

This is dedicated to people I know suffering from mental illness.

Thank you for Mexican dining and fulfilling my thrifting whim

and for your taxi skills after a long day for you! When I get some more energy I will bring the massage chair and I will work on you on this weekend :)

RAIN LIGHT

All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now
when you are alone you will be alright
whether or not you know you will know
look at the old house in the dawn rain
all the flowers are forms of water
the sun reminds them through a white cloud
touches the patchwork spread on the hill
the washed colors of the afterlife
that lived there long before you were born
see how they wake without a question
even though the whole world is burning

--W.S. Merwin