For they are all petty little clowns ‘ When I stop for a second I can hear the silence It’s not as comforting as others claim I watch the dark movie of life in suspense My heart drums my ears in disdain Silence, it pierces the unsettled mind […]
Your indignity is splashed on the wall: Go back to those days of yore Your indignity is splashed onthe wall It drips revoltingly so The cold steely knife lies in your mind’s stall It all pools into a piercing bile ball It is now done Your promise was […]
The wheels go round and round in my head Lately life has been a bit topsy turvy. At times I feel like my eyes are spinning with no relief in sight. This street art in Australia captured my current state of mind perfectly. At times […]
Today we were asked to think about what would happen if we woke up and it was ten days later. I can tell you I would be mighty bummed out to have missed my son’s formative years and have missed seeing New Orleans become the grand city it […]
Across life’s halls, I have come up against hardened walls Who did I reach through the bars for If it is not me? Walking the jagged jumbled mazes, I shred through the haze Who do I see across the room If it is not me? Lining up the […]
To be lost A fear A nightmare A liberation No people No lies No games A journey A trek A cruise What is there to lose? To be found A known existence A set path An explored life Sailing whole Navigating the muddy waters Anchored in my self
Singer Paula Cole asked “where have all the cowboys gone?”, disillusioned that things are not what they had seemed to be at first. Where is my Marlboro man? Where is his shiny gun? Where is my lonely ranger? Where have all the cowboys gone? Yippee yo, yippee yeah […]
HEART RACING. Fingers gnawed away. TWITCHING, blurry eyes. Hunger pangs. RACING MIND. Full bladder. SLURRED SPEECH. Dry, burning skin. Extreme FATIGUE. Cramped hands. BENT fingers. Hunched back. Bouts of mania. Bouts of anger. Bouts of disappointment. Bouts of disbelief. Sleepy. Dopey. Grumpy. No, those are not the symptoms […]
Ok, once and for all let’s get this straight. There are clinical psychologists who see patients, have couches, snort cocaine, and trace everything back to your mother. Then there are research psychologists. They have no patients, the only place they have a couch is in their living room, […]
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