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All times
And all places
All names known
And all faces

As one can see
It's a program
For you and me

Predetermined it seems
To an extent
And with this poem
I do vent

Maybe a female companion
Will come along

To make it
Less of a sad song

Put the slides
In front of me

And I can see
History

Each file
A glimpse
Into time

This machine
Can show me
Mongol Hordes

Or the city of Nazareth
During the time
Of Christ the Lord

Put in a file
And you can see
A prior time
Of history

I saw Diogenes
Sleeping On a bed
Of straw

Did you see
Pope Julius II
Gaze upon Michelangelo's
Sistine Chapel ceiling
With awe?

I saw Jackson
Standing like
A stone wall

His left palm
Facing outward
He did raise

And for the victory
God he praised

The South won the battle
Of First Bull Run

But the Civil war
Was not over
It was far from done

To be continued...

I am finding a way
Each and every day
After therapy
Exercises too

I am making significant
Improvements

That is what dedication
Will do

I feel happy
but all I want to do is cry
like I just saw the boogeyman
lurking in between my jackets
and grinning with his
sharpened teeth

With a child on a chain
the name on his collar is
scratched, unreadable
Who?

When I peer from my sheets
all that remains across the room
filled with summer’s breath
I lose my own
He’s gone

The child remains,
back to me,
shivering
but the boogeyman
He’s gone
Where?

Where?
What was I sayi –
Who?
Where?

…

I can feel their gazes
the strange look on their faces
their eyes black and still
and when I look at myself
mine just trace the cracks
I can feel their gazes

the sun heats the ground
my forehead sweats, it aches
I stumble on nothing, I fumble smiles
the sun heats the ground
and I fumble smiles,
and I stumble on
nothing

behind me, behind me
goosebumps, on my neck
under my blue fleece jacket, and scarf,
hands in, and out, of pockets
such inconveniences when I need to hold them
behind me, behind me

the air sings?, flattening each note?
the atmosphere, gets,,, caught,
in my, grasp, in my,,, lungs,
behind me?, behind, me?,
I can feel?, their gazes,
?smiles?, I fumble, on,
?and I stumble on,
nothing

It is said that insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results

Call me crazy because I will repeatedly repeat and never learn

Maybe I don't want to learn because I love the cycle of yes and no and mostly no

Even though it kills us both
We are insane because we know that it is wrong and that's the way it has to go
And yet we try, and don't try again and again
And the pen etches into the page the same stanzas

The monotony sounds like harmony
Because in our insanity we are happier and unhappier than we will ever be

I would rather die waiting for change than to be without your sweet disappointment

To relent and reclaim my sanity would be a tragedy because I would have to write new stanzas and my pen is too in love with our poetry, to welcome a new subject

For the sake of my pen (at risk of her heartbreak) I will reject the cry inside of me to run to reality

While the hurricane proves pathetic fallacy outside of our window
We breathe lunacy and embrace


Insanity