Thoughts can translate into psychotic poetry
Without the right medicat ion
Which I have more than willingly been taking
But I feel psychotic again
I don't think they're giving me clozapine anymore
Because it was working
And I felt a lot less schizophrenic.

I wouldn't necessarily call it a lack of conscience, in fact, in some ways quite the opposite, but in this essay I present an interpretation of the autonomy of human beings versus structural design,

There are no hidden patterns., they're just a distraction and a reason to build on scientific discoveries. What's intrinsic in autonomy goes beyond awareness or perception and involves biological discrepancies, mainly in the stomach, so where your intuition and feelings lie.

The claimant of these conditions, or rather, person, suffering from these conditions, is under obligation that they are (what are so called client), to esure they are not murdered. Yet they can be locked up, harassed by the police and have their rights taken away. So they can have their lives taken away. As well s the previous owner(s) pressuring the victim into suicide.

Basically this is one definition of autonomy being taken away.

So where is the conscience when the person acting, relevantly, in other words unaware of the true nature of the alien world most of the time.

Well, I would argue that conscience is a part of the soul, and to reach beyond your own conscience, which you may still choose to ignore,  but even if, like most of us do, we keep ignoring it, the soul will always kick in.

and each time it does you become more resilient to the evil around you, and with some confidence, have a more powerful soul. Then if you can accept past mistakes and learn from them,
and grow a steady conscience too.

Ah, the good old days
when you'd be in hilarity at my constipation
it feels  like they're going away


              C.I.A

Oh how we chuckled and accused each other
of things


was it just a fling?

Well I don't want a one night stand either way

I'm devoted
but not to you


- my causes

so if you want to jump on board
you're still welcome

Amen Lord. Amen C.I.A. Poonanny Aphrodite.

Relaxing on my bed,
Listening to the music,
Suddenly, my cheeks felt some tears shed.
A watery shed out from my eyes,
Feeling the moisture and finding themselves red.

My cheeks asked my eyes, "What's the matter?
Why the mess?"

Then eyes said, "Ears are the culprit, they keep listening to something gloomy on repeat, that's why the shed."

Then ears replied in annoyance,
Stating its innocence, "It's the brain which is the problem."

Brain interrupted the ears' say and said, "It's not me, it's the heart which is on the loose.
For he is deep in grief, for he misses someone close. he is out of control and confused.
It is his longings which are causing you trouble.
Unapologetic heart keeps up the rubble."

Cossmic Jive
as Bowie put it
is a

a sasparino plug esplande
formed swannishly like a trip with
your boyfriend to the zoo

and he tries to throw you into one of the enclosures
takes an unflattering picture of you
and then descends into a false crisis
whereupon
you become a genuine problem to him


and you think how many people am I truly a problem to?

the saintly melodic air of the starlit voice
is a companion to the music but
to philosophy

a lonesome yet succulent study of imitation, of the chorus which gropes at the heartbeat and snuggles into the symbols.

Amen Lord. Poonanny.

I describe it with wwords
time and time again
this coronation of archangels
puking in the face of the law.

red seas swarming bbeside the sunsets
that we get used to seeing

like our own lives
in reverse

you can take a picture
but as soon as that pictures taken

youve just created another cement block
in your memory


for the daily wanderer
gets much more out of a manic episode

than a mental patient

but as i was ill advised (I suppose it was advice)

there are limited options in life.

I think i heard another angel *****.

Amen angels and God and Jesus.

one look in the mirror
and the world stands still
trying to even out the twisty
bits of skin and turns of smile

It's all quite typical really

except in the misnaming of
the person who had, first, the original beauty
but beauty is standardized these days
and technology can do anything with a face


i personally, dress like a *****, and hardly ever shower or bath

but i've always got some excuse

usually, I suppose it's, if I ask myself why, deep down


because I don't want to fit in.