Yes. Poem has muscles, no flab.
Originally posted on gdill52:
Imagine paranoid schizophrenia evolving
as Right-hemispheric dominant bipolarity
living in a stress-filled ecosystem
of dismaying relationships
with human natural systems,
family and those other aliens.
Now imagine paranoid behavior’s function
finds an entirely natural schizophrenic response
to an abusive
institutionalizing cultural reaction against madness.
We used to call less paranoid bipolarity
shamans and prophets,
witches and medicine men,
wizards and sages
and wise old crones,
messiahs and wise men,
mystics and hermits
pot heads and opium addicts.
Now we call such mediums
schizophrenic and really nothing more,
other than paranoid, of course.
We fail to remember that paranoia
if “they” really have decided you are merely insane,
without any cultural value or merit.
For hyper-curious bipolarity,
a constantly stressing threat
of perpetual solitary confinement,
followed by voices screaming prophecies of doom.