The Sane Asylum

Where sanity is achieved through creative expression.

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I’m trying to show you.

I lied when you cried to me. yes when you cried I lied to me. 

doing all that I could to convince myself that I was not to blame for the pain you felt. 

if I was a rich man I would give my wealth to replay the cards in the hand I dealt. 

But i am poor and broken for taking you as token /

 I have not been granted with mercy or forgiveness for the  madness and sadness caused....the effect is relentless.....attacks on characters of witnesses that have not performed its hot like desert storm yes yes the war brewing the first stone I threw it. Although i always knew it 

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Gretchen Parlato exudes smoothness in this jazzed up version of Simply Red’s classic “Holding Back the Years”

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Two for one

The enemy of humanity wants a two for one deal. He masterminds a fantasy that’s only half real.

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Stone Wall ( unfinished)

A stone wall is unguarded because it IS a shield. It’s confidence is confident because it is the yield. The stayed hand of would be enterers coming from the field. Deflecting fiery arrows of those that try to kill.

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Future memories of yesterday's present presented in the past tense amplified by nonsense and remixed with a deep sense of gratitude ...

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Reset

I’m almost 40 and I..... bout lost my sanity. Forget the words and you lose lose your humanity I don’t really care if they care, they try to scam on me. The fault is mine yes it is because I let them. I aim to please and want to help and so I sweat them. I recruit my self for their game but I don’t vet them.

Those days are done I hold the chips but I dont bet em.  I take the bags full of me away now they can’t get em. I’m back to righting  my wrongs with ink and vellum. The stench of dead emotions half buried are piling high but I can’t smell em.  

It stinks,.. but not for me anymore, their thinks... are not for me anymore. Don’t blink cause I’m not me anymore. At least not as you knew me before. I broke the  links to the chains and they hittin the floor. So heavy it sinks submarines deep,  a heavy knock at the door. Who could it be? 

Welcome?! Its me but from the past. What shall I tell him? That future memories of yesterday’s present presented in the past tense amplified by nonsense and remixed with a deep sense,  leaks ...so double bag and don’t release ..your grip,walk slow, not a pimps pace don’t make haste gird ya hips and don’t get lost in the sweet space that is your own mind. Time don’t make time, people do. Don’t be me....Be you.

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Portals

There are many portals to the other side.  The excitement of a new experience of living in another world feels right even when wrong, The time spent ignoring the real world with all of its realness increases with great subtlety so great in fact that by the time you realize that you are spinning at light speed on the axis of two worlds in opposite directions its too late to stop. You have just created a portal to the other side. Its not like you consciously choose to walk through that door you just find yourself there, circumstantially. That’s what you tell your yourself. However you’ve always known that portals exist and understand that nothing’s good and nothing is sustainable when one attempts to balance life on the thin line between time and space.

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Lois Lane

I cannot enjoy your power just because she doesn’t respect mine.

Kryptonite’s nectar is still sour even when mixed with crown royal or sweet wine.

Although my fortress of solitude could indeed play host to our guilt.

A promise made I must not break cause even with superman some pain is felt.

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The Best of Me

The best of me is yet to come the rest of me is deaf and dumb god blessed me but I am numb my feelings individually don’t dare make up their sum.

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Fragile Heart

You often say you want love, but you are scared.

Up close and front love, but you don’t dare.

lay your feelings on the line you won’t go there

Wrote it down, then balled it up? cause you don’t care?

Your approach is off and got you stressing

wounds may be old but need addressing

overthinking too much reflection

you can’t move on and learn life’s lesson

if you hold on to the opression

of a lost love that from the start produced a fragile heart.

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Alter egos

"Alter egos are just egos with Ls that’s legos they get lost and fall apart. Now a complementary persona is creatively stated and smart." -Danilo Vestieri

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Response to new release at  https://www.mixcloud.com/LostMachines/

Im loving this. This is what i need. My Fall season got lost or either i did, im not quite sure. But good music and writing are not things ive taken time out to enjoy like i normally have . But this this is home. This may just save the rest of my season and make my winter into a creative clinic of hibernation and cocoonism that will ultimately catapult me in to a sphere of personal awareness that i need and will give me balance and peace and confidence. Confidence that i need to make me a more definite person allowing me to better understand and assist others without taking so much outta me. Kinda like Supes going to the lab to build a resistance to Kryptonite. Hahahahahhahah yep.

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The power of the pen can subtly cast even the brightest of hopes in a negative light.

Danillo Vestieri

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Complicated Conversations

Complicated conversations, unfulfilled the expectations, troubled past and deviations make it all make sense. 

Inebriated consolations, starving for the explanations, single minded variations make it all make sense.

City wide the degradation, Lacking skills, no education, Pitiful the situation, Make it all make sense.

Mom and dad the separation, Legal fees and litigation, broken home and the frustration make it all make sense.

Complicated conversations, unfulfilled the expectations, troubled past and deviations make it all make sense.

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Get it together.

Your appreciation expressed solely through an awkward apology is guilt mixed with the toxicology of the beverage in hand. I stand for more. You fall for less than the the price of a drink from the ex of an ex who’s next move ain’t as bright as you think and not the best, like in chess, the pawns, hoping to one day be queen again. Ring again? Please, again?! Same song sing again...MIrror up, not for brow checkin, but for reconnectin with the you that made you one who was esteemed for your integrity and love of the fam/ Not for pouty lip post on Facebook & Instagram. So put ya glass down and catch a cab home. dim ya lights, turn of ya phone. Meditate on you alone, concentrate get in a zone, figure out where you went wrong, figure in where to begin. Im sure that you can win. Get it together.

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Sunset along Australia’s Great Ocean Road.

Photograph by Walter Chang

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I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

Maya Angelou (via pavorst)