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
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
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.
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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.
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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
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
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
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
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:10pm
Once, years ago, a Minister’s Husband
pronounced that when I painted
@ 23
I should have been 54
(NOTE: I will turn 54 on April 30th, 2015)
When I first posted Halloween
all three related listings in the comment section
When I looked again
three different poems were listed.
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
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*My Husband just gave Me the book So This Is Permanence
by Ian Curtis of Joy Division
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
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