Paranoid Poems

Everybody says I'm paranoid they all think I'm crazy
They all smile to my face but they'd like to see me die
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It‘s crazy to think one could describe them—
Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears—
As though they were all alike any more
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Come unite, you misfits of the shelter dark
For tonight we stand together as one
And if we let our demons become a pale ghosts
Then for a single moment we have won
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On the wild side, she lives,
no love in her heart to give.
She walks the streets of Calgary.
Eyes protrude with deep dark circles,
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You look at me, as though,
I am a butterfly in a Bell Jar
I have noticed you staring through
Yr window, watching me getting my mail
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Afterwards, I found him alone at the bar
and asked him what went wrong. It's the shirt,
he said. When I pull it on it hangs on my back
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(for Mr. Kawsar, my friend)

Dear, won’t we walk hand to hand....
this evening’s tiresome travel,
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On The Outside

At home alone - kids visiting
you asleep, Carine called, she
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Pain in my feet
With pincushion fingers.
Blurred double vision,
Exhaustion that lingers.
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Damn hot morning, the sun popped in
Its rays passed on my window, blinded my eyes in dim
Waking up late at the very first time
Chirping sounds of birds irritated my ears, alright.
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We all saw it as a wave of the future
With the hope that peace and love would come to pass
Little did we know - that the tides would be altered
Life - like loose change - coming all too fast;
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A Voyage Where Adventure Must Invite:
Off Mega-Hurts (MHz) - - - - thru Giga-Bites (Gbyte)
And Reboots, Resets and Reduced – Sites
… into CyberSpace’s Secret – Flight…
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The daily visit of the Sweeper,
Pushing the cart with dust bins.....
What a welcome sight;
Soon the garbage;
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Ok, I'm not paid to think (like the TV shouting heads) , I have no real voice (vote) , and certainly no credentials - but I'm as invested in America as any high-school citizen can be - I've pledged allegiance 3000 times (hhmmm.. do they doubt our loyalty?)and when it comes to loving America I'd have to say my classmates and I are at the center of the spell.

I'm afraid we're growing up in the age of hate.. the age of phony outrage where each position large or small is high noon and violence is underfoot even when policing ordinary citizens.
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A Paranoid Humanoid
In Outer Space
Inner Space,
Only Place
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I picked him up-
just released from
mental health treatment-
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Paranoid thoughts
of a world in greed
People trying to be better
Than the one next door
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'The entire world already knows
That we water- boarded the prisoners'
The entire world also knows that
Our police shot the unarmed man
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Why is it that one's mind can be all confusion,
With senses reeling in a blurred illusion,
One's thinking, cotton wool,
They're thinking, 'what a fool',
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Federal Bureau of Investigation,
More like 'Families Broken by Interrogation.'
In courts we are said to be lying while under oath.
The government agents say their own lying truth.
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'I've listened endlessly to your injury
You wanna talk about your sores
You wanna talk about suffering
Maybe sympathy is all you're really hungry for.'
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gasping in the void
of everything devoid
desperately paranoid
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because
i am an old
man.
(no paradox.no paranoid.no delusion.)
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paradox in wisdom as farm of insight out of conflict zone truth lie mirage delusion paranoid...
inside out outside in life is a journey with multiverse of light seen only by honest wisdom pounded and boated in storm of events and distilled by life experiences ups and downs and stillness amd silence of depth through awareness and concentrated light.
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Deborah thinks I'm paranoid but let me give my theory a whirl
I believe we must be very weary of our little friend the squirrel.

Here's an example: when Deborah and I walk in the morning there's a squirrel in every tree…and I can't help but get the feeling that they're all watching me.
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These troubled years hang Above me like icicles. My soul's madness has Collided with the purely Functional: O these Deep psychic scars are star- crossed; So screwed up! Too much In the way of paranoid Consciousness; too much In the way of guilt... regret.
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Ok, I'm not paid to think (like the TV shouting heads) , I have no real voice (vote) , and certainly no credentials - but I'm as invested in America as any high-school citizen can be - I've pledged allegiance 3000 times (hhmmm.. do they doubt our loyalty?)and when it comes to loving America I'd have to say my classmates and I are at the center of the spell.

I'm afraid we're growing up in the age of hate.. the age of phony outrage where each position large or small is high noon and violence is underfoot even when policing ordinary citizens.
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People never know who they're hurting nor why.
And yet the fastest justification somebody shoves
in your ears is, "But it's not hurting anybody. I should
get to do whatever I want to do."
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Imagine a world around you
As your thoughts surround
Like a crowd
Of all those strange people
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I was paranoid she was thoughtful
Baptized me again, revealed everything ain't cruel
- - - - - - - - - - - -
I become direful but he is by my side
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