ASYLUM RHAPSODY

                                     
                   Asylum Rhapsody

as he stands
in his room
of his inferno,
his mind spins inward.
depression
stands with him
and wanders without sound,
bruising his eardrums
with deafening rhythms
of  solitude and suffering.

colors form
    upon his eyes,
dazzling with sensations
    in his heart.
moving patterns
race around
    the wilderness
of his head,
liberating
     confused recollections
from their trenches.
away they fly
scampering in the cloud
twisting through
the wrought-iron bars,
caressing the fragments
from the convulsive arrangement
        that protect him.
so when
        the crazy spindles break
he unfastens rage
from his paint,
but it sticks on
         with free will,
dancing in the confusion
and frolicking
on the fatalities
of his synaptic battles.

so he goes back to the window alone
       and paints
the starry night.


               this is realistic version (digital) of Van Gogh's "Starry Night"

HIGHWAY OF TEARS

HIGHWAY OF TEARS

they walked this highway to no end
up North, a place buses neglect
hitching rides with their fears
where the beast preys on the desperate

the dark clouds covered them in mystery
with the falling rain waiting
as angels weep for the brave
and the beast preys for the desperate

this endless highway of tears
standing at the edge of somewhere
should be leading  towards the light
towards a saviour without a dead end
as  the falling rain drowns the beast


             this photo by  Steven Kelly reminded me of HIGHWAY 16 in Northern  British Columbia
             ...known  as the Highway of Tears...since 1974, 20 or more young women or girls have either
             been murdered or gone missing along this highway.....MOSTLY aboriginal.  This has been
             horrible...and for the most part police and authorities just didn't care....anyways this is the
             poem I wrote....as many of us have cared and still care.