TJ’s Household Haiku: Chaos.

This week TJ of Life’s too short to drink bad wine  has given  us the word Chaos  for our prompt. He has also given us a lovely photo prompt too.

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After the chaos

Of the wild and dangerous

Night came peace and calm.

                    …………………..

Out of the madness

God looked upon the chaos

She brought such great calm.

Song Lyric Sunday. Bjork

This week the theme for Helen Vahdati‘s Song lyrics Sunday is : Outer space including planet,stars moons and probably suns aswell.

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So the song I am picking this week is Desired Consolation by Bjork. I love Bjork and this song is perfect for the prompt. I do hope you enjoy.

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“Desired Constellation”

It’s tricky when
You feel someone
Has done something 
On your behalf 

It’s slippery when 
Your sense of justice 
Murmurs underneath 
And is asking you:

How am I going to make it right? 

With a palm full of stars 
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table 
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears 
And I ask myself:

How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
And you hear
How am I going to make it right?

It Hurts

Friday I wrote about the pessures put on people by the media and society to follow their ridiculous demands by showing us the body beautiful. Resulting in Anorexia and Bulimia.

Even children as young as 5yrs are worrying about weight and looks . It’s not only women and girls effected boys and men are  too.

Today I am writing about mental health, be it eating disorders, self harm, depression, anxioty …all of the above.

This poem talks of the “system” phyciatric care or maybe the lack of it. I witnessed some of this first handwhile helping a friend who’s daughter has phyciatric problems. The daughter also once spent a night in a police cell, the discription is almost interchangable.

I have also had the same experience nearly thirty years ago looking after a close family member (male) going through a “nervous breakdown” nothing much seems to have changed, the surroundings, the staff most of who do, do their best, the lack of information and support, the locked doors ( I know they need to be)

Well here is another reworked poem I do hope it can open an eye or two and hopefully let others know they are not alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It Hurts.

Shoe laces taken

All you know, shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

Corridors full of  eternal walkers

Going  nowhere, watched  by  stalkers.

Screams  erupt  so do  tussles

Held down by  ‘staff ‘ with muscles.

Nothing  stops  the pain  NOTHING

Smile  at  family  don’t  let  them see  the  bluffing.

It hurts, it  hurts  you  needs  to  bleed

A sacrifice  to the demon’s  seed.

Doors  slam locks  turn

Fears  grow behind  doors  souls burn

Help me  please help me

Blind eyes don’t see…………………….

Shoe laces taken

All you know,  shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

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