insanity

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imbalanced…

imbalanced

when
will the ghosts
arrive
the ones
that
plague
our memories
lovers
forgotten
promises
made
but never meant
words
not spoken
dreams
abandoned
for
compromise
oh
how
those ghosts
seem
to linger
outside consciousness
but
breathe
into each day
as
if
about to speak
but
ne’re
an audible word
is heard
just
whispers
how
can this be
is it
what they call
madness
when one
can
no longer hear
their own mind
above
the muddled whispers
of
their ghosts

 

 

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redundant…

like an old fashioned
tape loop
your words
wrap
around
the airwaves
always
like
an unscheduled flight
whose
destination
is as clear
as
why
it began
in
the first place
setting that aside
we’ve
all
begun to wonder
about
your sanity
i realize
your claim
of
genius
but
hospital psych wards
are
full
i’ve heard
of
self-proclaimed
geniuses
so
you might want to
take that
clozapine
the doctors
prescribed
mr
president
but
don’t
inject it
with
clorox

 

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a possible recourse for other’s actions…

i have decided
that
insanity
is the only
reasonable
answer
just
take
a look around
at
local
and
world conditions
how
people
are
destroying
each others
as well as
the very planet
we are
dependent upon
reminds me
of
those critters
that eat
their own young
to survive
talk about
counterproductive
the whole damn situation
is unimaginable
so
in order to provide
a reasonable
process
for
comprehending
such behaviors
i’ve
decided
the only thing
to do
is
go
insane

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quality assurance…

quality assurance

flung
into the ring
a competition
insanely rolling
and
spinning
out of control
towards
the center
feeling
completely
alone
and
uniquely cursed
by
the cruelty
and
clash of combat
but then
it’s calm
as the trial
ends
a warm hand
retrieves
and
drops
the steely
into a bin
of
a thousand
or more

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what did you hear…

copyright 2012 cwmartin

no one
will write
a poem
in the sand
for you
no words written
with metaphors
comparing you
to exotic flowers
nor
would it matter
the waves
would wash it away
like your dreams
to leave these streets
streets filled
with cardboard tombs
posing
as temporary residences
for off-broadway citizens
street corner gypsies
holding brown paper bags
to hide
from public view
what was sold
publicly
like you hide
your fears
within your swagger
staring
at you domain
through two starless skies
like a raven’s glare
when it tears
at flesh
your right of survival
to bury
your claws deep
into an unmedicated world
where your guttural mumblings
become
your mother’s
nursery
song

 

An Award from Just a thought…~ From inside my head  (http://stuffredsaid.wordpress.com/2012/06/18/the-birth-of-a-new-blog-award-because-i-couldnt-find-one-to-fit/#comment-733)

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deimos inn…

Final Challenge Image from Jade

  

with the lights on
there is nothing to fear
this is just another hotel room
a place for
an itinerate soul to visit
everything seems in place
but
when the lights are off
this place becomes a prison
nothing is where it’s supposed to be
the floor
is quicksand beneath my feet
the door has bars of anger
holding back my freedom
my thoughts rattle
around the room
seeking a familiar corner
the air is foul
and
stale with formality
my misery
has no place to hide
it cannot find
a warm spot to rest
so it paces
back and forth
in my mind
refusing to rest
until the dawn
when i release it outside
where it can run away from me
and swing in the trees
with childish expectations
but it is hours
before dawn
so i sit alone
with the lights
on

This poem represents my last response to  the second challenge series between Jade and I.  As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts,  from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her response which can be found here. 

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in dark conscious…

Challenge Photo IV from Jade

yesterday’s tears
are now morning’s fog
distorting my perceptions
confusing the mental
landmarks of my sanity
i deceive myself
a trance so tranquil
that i am blind
to my own blindness
my thoughts move slowly
suspended in the fog
a blurred rationality
but a desire to feel whole
not some fragment of myself
i am a child
crying out for comfort
but there is none
to be found
and while you embrace
another warm thought
of how you shall
revive my sanity
i listen carefully
to your words
moving without sound
through the air
and
i agree
to whatever you have said
knowing only that i
am lost in the darkness

 

This poem represents my fourth response to  the second challenge series between Jade and I.  As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts,  from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her response which can be found here. 

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on the edge…

Challenge Photo II from Jade

the gray morning
air presses hard
against me
holding back
the sounds
of my footsteps
that were so clear
and distinct
as i began
this journey
but now
all i can hear
are my labored breaths
in and out
and
my throbbing heart
a heart seeking
to escape
these city walls
to leave behind
this street
where laughter
and joy
have fled
where only
your memory resides
shrouded in betrayal
wearing a cross
of lies
to conceal
the truth
of who
and what
you are
and what
you’ve done

 

This poem represents my second response to  the second challenge series between Jade and I.  As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts,  from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her response which can be found here. 

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line sketch…

life line
lines on chart
bus line
stay between lines
line of reasoning
lines of conformity
graduation line
lines the pocket
communication line
lines dropped
front line
lines between sanity and insanity
crossed the line
enemy lines
line of fire
three     short     lines
reception line
lines of sorrow
end-of-the-line
lines of crosses