Border-Line Personality

NICE !, I love this one

Thank you...  it was a little hard to get through... not  that it's an experience of mine but I have family members that have borderline disorders...

My Dr says I'm not crazy, but we don't believe him!

She spoke the poetry of the forsaken
in alleys and on street corners
mumbled and sung over cracked
lips and pavement
falling through systems that could not contain
her split P soup line shuffled shape
any more than she could contain
the stew of words that stirred inside her

I used to love it here...now the mexicans keep tunneling under me.......the Arizona / Mexican border.

when I [ we ] sat down to that banana split...it looked like a scene from the last supper...

Good thing we all wear the same size...or my house would look like a giant walk in closet

you turn your face towards me in the dark
it is encased in metal.
your snores whistle and rattle through that terminator mask
rattle and wheeze and grunt
and your breath breaks up the moonlight like a prism.

your furniture asks me bad questions
but my mind doesn't mind
the red eye of your alarm clock on your monster drawers
the red i told you was a devil and you said oh? ok
and grunted again when i asked apprehensively about the moving boil on your ceiling
how long has that boil been on your ceiling?
how long?

you'd been taken
or were pretending sleep and now i had to be quiet
let them hiss and twist in my inner ears
while your bullying furniture took steps towards me
so i turned over

pressed my pebbly spine to the cold metal of the thin bed
i was alone
and a light shone through the meshed glass window
and under the door three beams on the blue floor
i know they will not abduct me and i think it's a shame

Delusions of Madness

Voices echo......
Without or within?


Seeking the face sculpted in the warped mirror to whisper secretly.....
Mavelolent intensity of shattered reality....
They say I'm not crazy, but I beg to differ.....
Who the fuck are they anyway?
Foggy witness to chemical stupor....
Electroshock my therapy to cancel my subscription...
Gambled with fated dice to roll schizophrenic perfection...
Stranger within a strange land.....
Who wields the script as actors enter stage left....
Spiral confusion shriek maniacal condescending depressions.....
Straight jacket matches the homicide consuming her soul....
Author of this mockery tuned in to tune out.

How
can I
honestly believe
that we
are the only ones
inside my head

Me myself
and I
have finally agreed
to be
peace
within my mind
we must speak about
what we find
within our brain
that hides
the things
that me myself
and I
need

They thought she had gone mad    
Insane with anxieties and feeling  sad    
She talked but it seemed like babbles    
No one understanding her soul so fragile.    
She felt her soul touched and man-handled    
She often slept with the lights on or a lit candle    
As she often claimed unseen forces would rape her.    
In wee hours of the night, trouble would stir.    
     
They thought she had gone mad    
Insane with depression and oppression    
As she babbled all her confessions.    
Trying to be freed from the demon possession.    
Pills for days they prescribed her to take    
But pills she knew was allegedly fake.    
They were demon relaxers not repellants    
They'd make her sleep but didn't dispell it.    
Her pain, her sorrow, her wounds, her past.    
She would cry and pray, confess and fast    
But, the more she did, the stronger the storm.    
Chased by terrors she'd run to hide    
Though invisible terrors to those she'd confide.    
     
They blamed her pills; they blamed her dose    
They blamed her for her negativity lows.    
Would she not have wanted in all the world to see the light of hope?    
Would she not have paid the price to learn the secret of how to cope?    
Would she not have.....if she could?    
Then why everyone shouting what she should?    
Voices living inside her mind egging her on      
To do the wrong.    
Lost and alone, well there she goes    
Causing trouble and making foes.    
     
Poor lost girl....whom no one believes other than she's gone mad.    
What is the reason why you're sad?    
What are the demons inside you accusing you of?    
What is Your Creator saying from heaven above?    
You feel the weights of your burdensome sins    
Collected through the years, and now no one wins.    
Your eyes shift to see the numbers 666    
You open the Bible and condemnation makes you sick...sick...sick...    
Haunted by demons....Chased by terrors....    
Retracing your steps through long-life errors.    
     
There is no comfort for your soul    
The gentle voice you once did know    
No longer speaks a single word at this moment in time.    
You may think this is just a nursery rhyme    
But, poor little girl, you know it is truth that which I speak.    
Everyone thinking you are such a freak!    
But. Not say I...I truly believe your tales    
When everyone else fails.    
For everyone classified  "normal" does not understand    
The horrors, the terrors, the lost chance.    
Did we live right...live normal...and do good?
Then why are we misunderstood?  
With the devil up in our 'hood    
We are suckered into deceits and lies.    
Now we pay a penalty price.    

Only God's grace can save our souls....    
Before the morning rooster starts its crows.        
If it is Judgment Day for us both    
Poor little girl, let's take an oath    
Not to harm ourselves or others  
Let us not harm one another    
But do go down fighting these Midnight Blues    
Now and forever, one, three, two...