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Pinball Wizard

September 16, 2021
Bioman, Flash, Fun, No poetry, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Poetry demand, Poetry Violence
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He shoves it to the left

and wriggles it back to the right.

The ball dances on a flipper

then sinks outtasight.

Judge Dredd, Ace of Clubs

multiball and more!

She tries to regain level

maybe make the highest score!

A target sinks under accurate fire!

Another goes and extra ball is lit!

She’s sweating now, reefer and beer…

A crowd has assembled

crushing close, pushing near.

She lets the ball bounce on a rubber,

subtle fingerplay shows off

her skill with the machine

she’s pissing him off!

TWACK! Goes the machine,

again for Specials lit

the metal ball is glowing

the flashing lights are getting hit!

Bump-bump go her hips

as she puts her body in

Two free games, no more!

The targets are all a-spin!

Finally she can do no more

her control has worn thin…

Over to you she shouts

do better! With a grin.

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Made in Eden

September 15, 2021
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There was a time

when all things were made

in Eden.

Everything we owned

was priceless

and involved long hours

of arduour and wealth

procurement. Nothing became

of those things, they rotted

and fell apart but

were never thrown away

as in todays world

where the dump

can easily be mistaken

as a haven for the

insanely collective.

it took many ideas to foment

a pile of rotting soil.

Too many ideas is against

the Lord, I say.

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BREAKING THE CURFEW

March 25, 2021
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BREAKING THE CURFEW

BREAKING THE CURFEW

Every night I go flying

through walls and ceilings for

the work of the One is

never done.

I will not ask

for the right

to assemble my deeds

for you here

but ask now for the time

to make the right

of all things

like the realisation

of consciousness

the precious two

inches

between eyes at the front

binocularly

and the centre

of thought

knowing the

difference

for them first time

when blindfolded

with the odour

of race.

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Alone with a gun

November 12, 2020
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Where do I begin

To assert my authority

Over those who don’t know

What is wrong from the start

Who begin a game of no chances

For the work of no done

Who ask not forgiveness

And plea not for some

Who want to forgive

And have no rescue.

For it is not about using

The words of a man

Who claims no one equal

And harbours a gun.

Shoot me today

And tomorrow I will

Stand again

Waiting for you

To come and regain

Your conscienceness

And alone we feel

The neuter of longing

The fretting of love

And respect of no aims

For there is no ambition

To what we have lost

Just the true antidote

Of pain and discussing

Our new day.

BCDFM

COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

A new name for man

November 9, 2020
Flash, Fun, No poetry, Poem, Poet, Poetry
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The trouble I have is

For the word called man

I think it should be different

It should be “hole”

For if I see one

I dive in

And try to come out

As being too coal-

Black for it to try

And keep me.

It is without doubt

That the women who read this

Are not all too blind

To see me in daylight

But not as the stars cast

Their long shrine upon me

For I shroud not in evil

But in black of a soul.

BCDFM

COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

RICOCHET

June 25, 2020
Bioman, Flash, No poetry, Poet, Poetry, Poetry demand, Uncategorized
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It is a long time to go to the end of all things

and it does not need the start to end and the begin

to go it takes the lot of lot to make all the same

and that does not mean the end but indicates the start of all

that makes it in the rook and not the rye of it

and that is why they want to add the one

to the end of the story which is about

the right of all and not the right of one

and that is not the doing but the keeping

in the word of man and that is all

Bye

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2020

TIME OF THE SNAKE

June 25, 2020
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This is what they say to me

I ain’t a winner and a loser be

there isn’t time for them to run

as I aim and wonder what the trees

have in store for me

where there are leaves

and there are weeds but all the runners

are just plain simple

and done with me as I run

for the hoops of love

and wonder how it is

they do not know

it is about the rights of all

and not the sum of parts

called the re and rhyme of

London

where the lights are on

and no one knows

if it is good

to be here in Bath

where all and sundry

hate me for what I am

ANC and that is what they say

it is not here but there

and I wonder why

it takes a mamba to make it

Ssssssssssss!

Go now and do good

for it is time of the

snake

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2020

Schizophrenia and psychosis as states of chronic fear and terror

January 27, 2020
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Schizophrenia and psychosis as states of chronic fear and terror

 

What is defined as schizophrenia and psychosis is typically a state of chronic fear and terror. Individuals have been shattered by trauma. Within them, mental images of past events continue to haunt them. The inner voice (or conscience) which we all possess becomes amplified to a level where visual and auditory hallucinations become present. Grandiose thoughts arise as an attempt to either stave off depression or to escape from the painful reality of a distressing situation and disordered world. Anti-psychotics have been used to diminish the hallucinations and other distressing behaviors, but they have never addressed the reactions of the person and the underlying trauma and factors that have led them to seek a departure from defined reality. Therefore, in collaborating with these individuals, we must meet them in their sense of reality. We must join in respectfully and in a dignified manner, slowly and gently addressing the various disturbances in thought process. We must uncover the hidden traumas and seek to “be with” the person as they develop new coping mechanisms. It is entirely possible for individuals even in the states of severe mental anguish and distress to recover. And it is indeed possible for this to be accomplished without the addition of toxic drugs. The key is relationship. That is what these individuals are lacking and need. They need to know that there may exist, if even but one, stable and loving relationships in a world so often filled with pain.

Fear leads to great emotional turmoil. Other so-called mental disorders also often arise from a sense of fear: a fear of individuals, a fear of society, a fear of having been hurt and possibly being hurt again, a fear of life, a fear of death, a fear of not understanding who we are or maybe even being afraid of discovering who we are or who we were, a fear of the uncertainty surrounding what we may become. A fear that maybe we are not a person, or our identity as a person. A fear of challenges, a fear of not knowing the answers, or maybe a fear of not understanding the question, or even a fear of not knowing what questions to ask. A fear of not being loved or maybe a fear of not knowing what love really is, or what it could be, or what we have been told that it is. A fear of being controlled, a fear of our freedom being taken away. A fear of what others may do to us, or have done to us, or will continue to do to us.

This is the human condition; we all have levels of fear, some more, some less. We all have the desire for security, for safety, for solace. If we begin to understand this, we will then begin to understand life, we will be able to connect with others, and realize that the only way out of this fear is for us to journey together. Life is a journey, it is filled with moments where we stray into thorns, yet it is filled with moments of delight. To truly describe day, we must see night. To truly describe that which is beautiful we must have something to compare it to. Thus, we have the conditions of suffering. We would not know joy fully unless we had something to compare it to.

-Dr. Dan L. Edmunds