Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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MILLION DOLLAR MORNING

The Hawk Dining Room 10:00am

How many times can I write

of The Silver Streaks

replicated from My Head

across My Newest Ocean?

A Million Times for I have

found a thousand opportunities

inside a game

which can only go

up

PREMISE ON “MENTAL ILLNESS”

There is no such “thing” as “mental illness.”  There is no true illness which can be said to be entirely “mental” unless it is derived from an organic source such as a brain tumour.  There are no physical attributes in the human body which can point to this description.  There is no pre-determining test for “mental illness.”  The psychiatric diagnosis used to determine the supposed state of “mental illness” is opinion-based at best, and most often this opinion is not shared by the individual in question.  At worst this opinion is often shared by family members, friends, and society as a whole, creating a kind of trap or “Catch 22” for the individual.

What we see when we attempt to use this stigmatizing and false description of “mental illness” is an array of human self expression which may be affected by, or resulting from, changes in environment, sleep patterns, physical activity, thought, perception, interaction with others, or any conglomeration of naturally occurring factors which can and do affect all of us as human beings.

We are variable and complex.  To lump any of us into “categories” of “mental illness” is a grave disservice to humanity.

 

Written by Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair

SPOKEN

The Hawk Dining Room 9:55am

The Silver Clouds

beam across the sky

leaving Their Mark upon The Sea

The Sea is steel now

The Clouds heavy

with The Weight

of My Life-line

SEA-CHANGE

The Hawk Outpost 10:15am

I have risen to The Gleam Of Silver

aeons in the making

having set Its High

& clung to It

I will witness The World’s

turn-around

from the light of gold

to The Shower Of Silver —

from the day of the yellow metal

to The Night of The White

Don’t Walk Away, In Silence*

The Tomato-coloured Couch NOON

Gold is too warm

Silver is tarnished

like The Humanity

it represents

The Cold Truth

of believing in Our Selves

Our Bodies

Our Aspirations

*Ian Curtis, Joy Division

HIGHLIGHTED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:10pm

Once, years ago, a Minister’s Husband

pronounced that when I painted

Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 23

I should have been 54

(NOTE:  I will turn 54 on April 30th, 2015)

Notice To My Followers

When I first posted Halloween

all three related listings in the comment section

were “Good Morning, World!”

When I looked again

three different poems were listed.

 

 

 

HALLOWEEN*

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm

I will tell You People

what kinda God I Am

& see if You can understand

Me —

I Am Serious

I Am NOT Serene

I am Factual, NOT based

on Faith —

based on Reason

as I Am Your Reason

for Schizophrenia

I Am The Light

of Silver,

NOT Gold

I have shown up

to stir This World up

from Its Legacy

of Bull Shit

It Is Time

for Me —

not to be believed

but to be KNOWN

I make My Announcement

Tonight

to establish The Fact

that The Human Mind

can be

Anything

*My Husband just gave Me the book So This Is Permanence

by Ian Curtis of Joy Division

Facing My Black Star

The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm

I Am The Fury

The Black Heat Of Possession

Red-bladed

Against

The Purple Heart

Of My Third Child

1961

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:30pm

I am That Infant

born of Childhood Playmates

Who should never have married

carried in the arms

of Dr Albert Schweitzer

forever held in a black & white photograph

hanging in The Dining Room

of Dr W Hunter Blair