Sanity

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benevolence, clarity, confusion, deception, greed, humanity, insanity, lack of clarity, lies, lost, reality, sadness, sanity, trouble, truth, vice, virtue

 

How to hold on to my

sanity

in the middle of

insanity

Should I ignore the

madness

despite the overwhelming

sadness

Maybe direct my thoughts to

puzzles and crosswords

instead of

the troubles and the theatre of the absurd

sensible,

calm and composed

rather than

impressionable,

vulnerable and disposed

Does that make me blind

or wise and unexposed?

 I wish to change things

but lack the power to pull the strings

Rather than sulking and arguing

I plot secret steps to alter

the course of events

despite various

counter -arguments

In the end virtue prevails

though the virtuous suffer

and expire

in the dungeons of greed and fire

who wins is a question of time

while sanity versus insanity

become partners in

crime

 

 

Photos from The Matrix,  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/

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Nausea

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arms, chaos, devastation, human values, lunacy, nausea, news, peace, reason, sanity, sorrow, turmoil, war, words

Cover of the

Hardback Edition, 178 pages

Published June 1969 by New Directions Publishing (first published 1938)

 

 

 

I used to get angry at Sartre

for writing prose under that title

I no longer do

because I get nausea every time I read the news,

the balance of my bank account

seems less catastrophic

compared with what’s happening in the world,

here, there and everywhere

In need of a saviour to forget the misery,

I cling to words like a life jacket,

and try to create a world where

things happen differently,

not an utopia,

but one where values still exist

to encourage me that all the things

I have learned have not gone to waste.

 

I want to change it all,

return it back to sanity,

but I’m powerless with my weak voice

against the chorus of lunacy

 

Shall I accept it and keep quiet?

What about integrity and perseverance?

Don’t they no longer matter,

the things that make us human?

So the pen seems to be the only weapon

against the arms that create havoc on Gaia

Maybe someone will listen and ponder,

watching the devastation of dust and fumes,

after the guns have exploded.

 

Words, he said, as well,

so I listen to the master’s voice,

and try to cure my nausea

with my only tool to bring reason

to the madness that surrounds us,

despite the turmoil of wars.