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I've read far too much psychiatry - Now knowing from ear to there Many mysterious processes That make one's mind blink - Acute chemical reactions, Therapeutic medications... But academic texts In their dryness Seem to lose Life's realness, Why we think As we do. That ***** That comes loose To throw one off course Could not be all chemistry. So academically written are words To those authors who don't live them. I'd rather imagine some error of cooking - That tarragon substituted for basil Or marjoram instead of sage Gave that strange taste To the sauce of my life That salt could not Cover over. A wife Imbalanced Wasn't my choice As young lovers married. Yet in time I heard the voice Mimicking demons, evil in cycles. Excused and forgiven as nature's vice At first - then when wrath affected children... A man can only accept his own scars As the consequences of his living, Entered into wide-eyed, willing. By knife's nicks I've survived, Callused skin is tougher. But to save the tender I think I'll give up Cooking. Insanity isn't contagious As go diseases, But as butter It does Spread
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Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 6:09 PM UTC
Cycle of Life
I've read far too much psychiatry - Now knowing from ear to there Many mysterious processes That make one's mind blink - Acute chemical reactions, Therapeutic medications... But academic texts In their dryness Seem to lose Life's realness, Why we think As we do. That ***** That comes loose To throw one off course Could not be all chemistry. So academically written are words To those authors who don't live them. I'd rather imagine some error of cooking - That tarragon substituted for basil Or marjoram instead of sage Gave that strange taste To the sauce of my life That salt could not Cover over. A wife Imbalanced Wasn't my choice As young lovers married. Yet in time I heard the voice Mimicking demons, evil in cycles. Excused and forgiven as nature's vice At first - then when wrath affected children... A man can only accept his own scars As the consequences of his living, Entered into wide-eyed, willing. By knife's nicks I've survived, Callused skin is tougher. But to save the tender I think I'll give up Cooking. Insanity isn't contagious As go diseases, But as butter It does Spread
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Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 6:09 PM UTC
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