Madhouse
There is a growing concern...
Someone overqualified,
Seeks to run the madhouse.
The inhabitants have become disturbed.
How could someone of high integrity,
Desire to correct...
The madness digested.
The one who comes,
Is unlike the other ones.
This one comes free of derangement.
And suspicion clouds the faces,
Of those who are stunned.
And everything done,
Begins to upset everyone.
No one has tried to fix the madhouse.
And those inside despise,
Anyone who does not decieve with lies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcome To the Madhouse (Fun Poem 108)
Welcome to the madhouse
where bigger nuts come in
and are promoted when they stay.
Their ideas are outrageous
bordering on the ridiculous
but they are taken up anyway.
Welcome to the madhouse
they never turn a nutter away
the more ludicrous your ideas
the more they like it here.
Some of our charges
have been voted into Parliament,
some have even received
a gong from the Queen.
Welcome to the madhouse
we never turn a nutcase away.
26 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Hold On To Your Hat
Hold on to your head
Hold on to your hat
You're screaming down the alley
And never coming back
Get out of my bod
Get out of the sack
Don't give me no lip
Don't give me no crap
No way
Get out the madhouse
Tear it all down
Get out the madhouse
Burn it to the ground
Got to
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Steel Wheels
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My Madhouse
I was made to appear in a madhouse.
My father’s beard was as black
As the night of the last night,
His legs were nimble, his bellowing
Much more in time with suicide.
In some ways, it was a relish
To consume and offer
The eternal moments of pain
And suffering, the suicidal questions.
I dreamed of great insects,
Of my father in a suit of death;
My elegy shall provide the material
And finances for his burial.
Still let the search be on in these walls,
This madhouse appeared to be
A sanctuary for the distressed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.
quote by William Empson
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A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.
quote by Anna Freud
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Have you ever thought that war is a madhouse and that everyone in the war is a patient?
quote by Oriana Fallaci
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Viewed from the summit of reason, all life looks like a malignant disease and the world like a madhouse.
Viewed from the summit of reason, all life looks like a malignant disease and the world like a madhouse.
The Shoelace
a woman, a
tire that’s flat, a
disease, a
desire: fears in front of you,
fears that hold so still
you can study them
like pieces on a
chessboard…
it’s not the large things that
send a man to the
madhouse. death he’s ready for, or
murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…
no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man to the
madhouse…
not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps
with no time left …
The dread of life
is that swarm of trivialities
that can kill quicker than cancer
and which are always there -
license plates or taxes
or expired driver’s license,
or hiring or firing,
doing it or having it done to you, or
roaches or flies or a
broken hook on a
screen, or out of gas
or too much gas,
the sink’s stopped-up, the landlord’s drunk,
the president doesn’t care and the governor’s
crazy.
light switch broken, mattress like a
porcupine;
$105 for a tune-up, carburetor and fuel pump at
sears roebuck;
and the phone bill’s up and the market’s
down
and the toilet chain is
broken,
and the light has burned out -
the hall light, the front light, the back light,
the inner light; it’s
darker than hell
and twice as
expensive.
then there’s always crabs and ingrown toenails
and people who insist they’re
your friends;
there’s always that and worse;
leaky faucet, christ and christmas;
blue salami, 9 day rains,
50 cent avocados
and purple
liverwurst.
or making it
as a waitress at norm’s on the split shift,
or as an emptier of
bedpans,
or as a carwash or a busboy
or a stealer of old lady’s purses
leaving them screaming on the sidewalks
with broken arms at the age of 80.
suddenly
2 red lights in your rear view mirror
and blood in your
underwear;
toothache, and $979 for a bridge
$300 for a gold
tooth,
and china and russia and america, and
long hair and short hair and no
hair, and beards and no
faces, and plenty of zigzag but no
pot, except maybe one to piss in
and the other one around your
gut.
with each broken shoelace
out of one hundred broken shoelaces,
one man, one woman, one
thing
enters a
madhouse.
so be careful
when you
bend over.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.
We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds our planet is the mental institution of the universe.
I Know You'll Decieve
Your are far from me
out of my sight, I cannot see
Its with you I feel free
my hand in yours
a steady stream into your soul
an eternal flame or at least a hot coal
my feelings are true
how can I explain to you?
am I as cliche as I believe
because in my heart I know you'll decieve
In my head are thoughts of love
mentally I give them a shove
I try to stay distant
but feelings stay consistant
you tempt me with your looks
when you glance up from your books
What I desire- What I desire-
Your trap me behind bars
will you also give me scars?
that look in your eye
will it be followed by a silent sigh?
am I as cliche as I believe
in my heart I know you'll decieve
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Oh, who am I trying to kid? It's a madhouse. The minute those cameras go off, things just explode, everyone is just at each other in one way or another, in closets or cat fights here and there. It's nuts. You know, I can't be a part of it.
quote by Richard Dean Anderson
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The Journey
when you can look
in the mirror,
and see your self naked
without running like hell...
the journey begins!
when you can look
at your every action,
judging your self honestly
by motive and intent...
the journey begins!
when you can give away
all that you cling to
without asking for anything
in return...
the journey begins!
when you can do the right thing
irregardless of the cost,
not caring what anyone says
or thinks...
the journey begins!
when you can see the faces
of God in the people you
despise the most, the ones
who've hurt you the most...
the journey begins!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Future Madhouse
In the morning your try to recover
But you still got the red in your eyes
Then you get up and look at the mirror
And you see the beast arise
Got a big red nose from the overdose
And somebody else's eyes
And you think to thee is it really me
And you have to realize
The prize that you pay for a moment like this
Is never for high 'cause you still doing it
Don't you know that we all stand in line
Our future dreams are just a waste of time
Our future -is a madhouse and we all are movin' in
Cause the world - needs some action and there nothing left to gain
Take your baggy
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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Madhouse
Look into these mirrors.
What do you behold?
Just another travesty.
False empathy unfolds.
Don't expect misery to be inflicted.
Never see my piercing gaze.
You can't seem to comprehend.
I can see far past your face.
Come forth my inner rapture.
Reaffirm my disbelief.
Reside within my chest.
Then violently break free.
My reflection backs away from me.
I pull it close to me and scream:
You're the reason for this madhouse.
This caccoon holding my being.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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England is nothing but the last ward of the European madhouse, and quite possibly it will prove to be the ward for particularly violent cases.
quote by Leon Trotsky
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In the Shadows of the Cosmos
From the molten rocks came coal,
And from the gods came man, unique,
A paradox~ the human soul,
A marvelous madhouse! A maze of mystique!
We are living in a world unknown,
A world of pain and of delight,
A world of water, air, and stone,
A world illumed by heaven's light!
This world is our home, our womb, our casket,
Where we remain forever bound,
And with my blanket and my basket,
I shall stray from sound to sound!
We are at the crux of nothing!
We are in a black abyss!
We are gushing, loving, crushing!
We are something unlike this!
I shall spend my short life living,
For that is all that one can do,
And though the pain is unforgiving,
I'll bear it just to be with you.
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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Here We Are Again
YOU ARE right
There are reasons why we write
Daily, we are looking for a cure to this disease
Not what you think,
It is what we think,
For how can you go inside our minds
Our houses are closed
Our gates high and locked
We want to go outside and commune with the trees
We cannot
That is the irony
The paradox
We desire to be Free
Yet we live inside these Caves
So many caves
Vast darkness where we speak without seeing our Faces
This is horrible
But what reaches you are
Too beautiful to believe
Too good to be True
What you call as Truths
We dismiss as Lies
There are twists and turns
Labyrinths inside a very small house
Where ants are keepers
and Confidantes
We keep a treasure here
Chests and Trunks full of money and gold
Nope
Don't get me wrong
We are not right
We mumble like hungry slaves in the desert
We are those broken bones
That you find
So beautiful.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mnner Des Westens - Any Kind Of Land
The rock is on
Es ist Tatbestand,
Daa dieses Abendland
Die Geschichte immer hat bestimmt
Es ist angesagt
Auch immer mehr gefragt
Wer die Manner dieses Westens sind
Daa die guten Krafte dieser Welt sich sammeln
Jener, der daran noch glaubt, der irrt
Ich habe nachgedacht
Die Nacht damit verbracht
It's gettin' more and more
It's gettin' weird
You got the wholy land
Got tomorrow land
You got a madhouse land
You got any, any, any kind of land
Manner des Westens sind so
Manner des Westens sind so
Manner des Westens sind so, sind so, sind sooh
Restlos intercool
Rock on Neo Rockers
Rock on
Come on, rock it, do it
You got Rockefeller
Got Kennedy
You got James Bond
Gotta Muhammed Ali
Got Frank Sinatra
You got classic coke
Andy Warhol
Gotta any kind of dope
You got Oppenheimer
And you got John Wayne
Mac Ronald's Circus drivin' us insane
You got Bob Beamon
Got the jumpin' Jack Flash
Beverly Cops they got a brandnew crash
Got the wholy land
Got tomorrow land
You got a madhouse land
You got any, any, any kind of land
Manner des Westens sind so
Fade out
song performed by by Falco
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