Saturday, September 29, 2012

Through My Oppression - I Find Liberation!


"THROUGH MY OPPRESSION - I FIND LIBERATION!"



TAKING THE TRAIN 40 STOPS FROM LARCHMONT TO HARRISON.
THE TRAIN RIDE TAKES 5 SECONDS AND HAS TRAVELED 1000 MILES.
I GET INTO A CAB AND THE TAXI DOOR SWINGS OPEN.
 SAILING IN A SLOOP THAT IS COMING ABOUT.
THE CAB DRIVER RUSHES ME TO THE PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL.
I WALK INTO THE WAITING ROOM.
THE FRONT DOOR AUTOMATICALLY, SLIDES OPEN, THEN SHUTS AGAIN.
I TAKE A SEAT.
WAITING TO SEE A DOCTOR.
IT'S MORE FRUSTRATING THAN BANGING WOODEN SQUARE PEGS IN ROUND HOLES.
THE PSYCHIATRIST ON CALL DOESN'T SEE ME UNTIL 2 A.M.
THERE ARE NO BEDS AVAILABLE.
I MUST BE TRANSFERED TO A STATE HOSPITAL BY AMBULANCE.
THE AMBULANCE GETS A FLAT.
THE DRIVER MUST CHANGE THE TIRE.
WE ROLL UP TO ROCKLAND STATE HOSPITAL AT DUSK.
THE ATTENDANTS ARE WAITING.
I AM BROUGHT UP TO THE 5TH FLOOR ON A STRETCHER BY ELEVATOR.
THE DOCTOR TAKES NOTES AND A MALE NURSE GIVES ME A PHYSICAL.
I AM TAKEN TO A WARD WHERE MY BELT AND WATCH ARE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME.
I LOSE ALL SENSE OF TIME OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS AND AM PUT IN A LOCKED WARD.
I HAVE A ROOMATE WHO SHOUTS, CURSING, WHEN ANGRY.
WE ARE AWOKEN AT 5:00 EVERY MORNING AND ARE EXPECTED TO STAY OUT OF OUR ROOMS.
WE ARE LEFT TO ROAM THE HALLWAYS ALL DAY.
IT'S MANDATORY ATTENDANCE AT THE MORNING AND EVENING GROUP MEETINGS.
WE GET 45 MINUTES TO EAT THE CONSTIPATING FOOD.
I AM LOADED UP ON A HIGH DOSE OF PSYCHOTROPICS AND INJECTED WITH PHINTHIOZENES.
I FEEL OVER MEDICATED AND HAVE DIFFICULTY SLEEPING.
THEN, I HAVE DIFFICULTY WAKING UP.
THE DOCTORS ARE ALWAYS ASKING ME WHAT TIME IT IS AND THE DAY OF THE WEEK.
I HAVE MORE SEVERE PROBLEMS IN THE HOSPITAL THAN I DID ON THE OUTSIDE.
THE PEER ADVOCATES THEY SEND IN HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON WITH ME.
I FIND THEM TO BE RELIGIOUS FANATICS.
THE BIGGEST HEADACHE I HAVE IS THE TWO MALE BATHROOMS.
THERE IS FECES ON THE WALLS AND URINE ON THE FLOOR.
MY NIGHTLY TRIPS TO THE RESTROOMS ARE TAKEN IN HOSPITAL SLIPPERS.
URINE DRENCHES MY FEET THROUGH THESE RUBBER SLIPPERS.
MY SHOES CAN'T BE TIED IN MY DARK ROOM.
I LEAVE THE LIGHTS OFF UNTIL I AM ALLOWED TO TURN THEM BACK ON AT 5 A.M.
BECAUSE I HAVE NO CLOTHES EXCEPT THE ONES I CAME IN WITH, I MUST WEAR A GOWN.
THE GOWNS ARE HARD FOR ME TO PUT ON AND TAKE OFF.
MOST OF THE OTHER PATIENTS ARE IN THE SAME BOAT THAT I AM.
EACH PATIENT HANDLES THEIR HARDSHIPS DIFFERENTLY.
SOME GET ANGRY, WHILE OTHERS GROW MORE DISTURBED.
BUT, MOST OF US ARE DRUGGED OUT ZOMBIES.
HOSPITALS ARE SUPPOSED TO MAKE THE PATIENTS BETTER, NOT WORSE.
THE EXPERIENCE CAUSES PERMANENT BRAIN DAMAGE!
IN THE LONG RUN ONE IS RUINED FOR LIFE BY THE HELP THEY RECIEVE.
THE WORLD'S MOST MISUNDERSTOOD CITIZENS ARE THE MENTALLY ILL.
PLEASE GOD - GET ME OUT OF THIS HELL HOLE!

BY A CONSUMER NAMED JONATHAN BILLET-LATE ONE NIGHT.

The Truth Isn't Always A Fact


"The Truth Isn't Always A Fact"



The universe is a sea of knowledge, just waiting to be discovered.
Uncovered like a sea's treasures.

Platinum's gold mine.

Like a baby reciting its first fine line.

An apple falling on a head.

A person coming of age.

The newborn sage.

It's written in the page of every book that one took a look at or could see.

This knowledge lasts an eternity of springtime’s fall into summer's heat.

As an incomplete music sheet, with song and word.

A type of tune that is seldom heard.

Repeating pictures on a late night television screen, which can't be seen.

Except in your latest dream.

 
Written by Jonathan Billet on 5773

Friday, September 21, 2012

My Feline's Purr


“My Feline's Purr"

Feel Karma through your soothing fur's purrs.

As I bask in my bath hundreds of feet high in the summers' sun's sky.

I love you too.

I wish I could forever be as cosmic as you are to me in this great eternal sea.

Forever will love you my pet.

J. Billet

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Covert Activities


"Covert Activities"



It is kept top secret at the C.I.A. There is currently an epidemic among newborns in the United States. It is a fatal disease and is rampant.  This malady, which is kept top secret, is the incurable hiccups; they last a lifetime and are contagious.  The President of the institution known as the C.I.A. is the only other person in the world who knows about this.  A baby who contracts them must be put on life support and quarantined at birth.  I am privy to this information only because I worked as an instructor in the field at this great institute from 1903-2006.  It is famous for its fine artists and is called "The California Institute Of Arts."
Code Name - Anonymous Bosch
alias Jonathan Billet
written on September 12th, 2012

Banking On My Off Days


"Banking On My Off Days"

I actually live close by the Citibank of Larchmont.  When I go into the Citi, the people who work
there tolerate my temper tantrums and give me money.  I love it so much, I'd like to spend my
nights in the Citi vault.  They could serve me my dinner and maybe I could install furniture, a
TV. set, radio, and kitchen inside the vault.  Don't laugh, I'm one of the many valued
customers they have coming in.  It's no sin that money drives the city of Larchmont.  These
diligent workers don't run anybody's lives but their own.  I wish I could conduct my life as
one of them does: coolly, calmly, conscientiously, and considerately.  They're always
working hard to support charities with the same spirit of kindness and care as they give the
consumers who visit the Citi.

By Jonathan Billet - 09/10/12

John Dory



"John Dory"


I'm well protected by my socks and not connected at all to the ground by my feet.

Just hanging on with my fingers.

I hear a mound of sound on the beach as the ocean roars.

Rocks jut out against the ocean waves.

Life, like the sea, saves, but also takes away.

If you die, your soul turns into the stars in the Milky Way.

Like a beautifully tragic play.

Life is here to stay until the end of another today.

I see you have forgotten your way.

Who and what you are is forgotten by your dreams.


So don't forget what you say.

Words can be recycled, so can thoughts.

People really can't be, but parts of them can.

Not exactly as they were.

Nothing seems to be what it was.

Remember to recycle all the garbage.

The future brings death but also new life.

New ideas and thoughts too.

The future reads the past but can't duplicate it exactly.

It's like red sneakers, blue jeans, white socks and t-shirt.

I seem to have forgotten your name.

Did you say you were the fishy John Dory who believes in "Peace On Mars And Good Will To Martian-kind?"

"Peace On Venus And Good Will to Venetians and to you too, John Dory."
 
You, John Dory are a color of a different stripe.

Like a pair of sneakers on the same person with 2 distinctly different colors on each foot that they wear.

Each a color onto them, like blue and green matching
socks of purple and orange.



By Jonathan Billet

Catnapping


"Catnapping"



My dreams are hiding from me like lost objects.

I can't seem to find them anywhere.

Where the hell are they all going?

To Galaxies of Stars in Milky Way Bars!

Thought I saw a map in my last dream.

33 degrees longitude, -400 degrees latitude.

How can I live without the rest of the dreams I can't discover or recover?

I'll sleep on it as the music floats by in my mind.

I nearly forgot that one!

I'm not able to go on vacation except in the Sahara Desert.

Eat camel's meat with spices in my dreams.

Drink goat's milk.

Pied piper pipes your pipes somewhere else.

Salaam, Shalom, and Hola!

You suck on Hen eggs.

Dirty Dog!

The weight of a dollar.

Is Buddha Dead?

Or Just In A Dream?

Actually, he died centuries ago.

Undiscovered dreams coming up.

Like a bouncing basketball.

Water please.

But not ice.

Travel on a new path.

Please!

Don't blame anyone but them and me.

Never blame yourself.

I have lost.

But I'm a winner anyway.

Went on a 13-year-old picnic with Ellen.

What Fun!!!

Love You,

By J. Billet - Friday The 7th - 09/12 - For Superstitious Stupids.

A



"A"


ANDY, TELL ME I'M WRONG AND I'LL SING YOU A SONG.

A LOVEY, DOVEY, SONG OF SIXPENCE.

WHY USE TOOLS WHEN THERE ARE MANY SCHOOLS TO USE INSTEAD?

BETTER NOT LOUSE UP YOUR HEAD, IF YOU'RE IN BED, DREAMING YOU'RE DEAD.

SAID THE SAINT, WEARING A HALO AROUND HIS NECK.

HE'S NOT DEALING WITH A FULL DECK.

THAT'S MY LEGAL GUARDIAN NAMED STEVE AND I WANT HIM TO LEAVE.

NOT MISLEAD AND DECIEVE.

I WANT HIM TO RECIEVE ALL THE GARBAGE HE GIVES TO ME.

HE SEEMS TO CAUSE ALL MY WORST DREAMS.


I CAN'T HEAR HIS LOUD SCREAMS.

WHEN HE NEEDS HELP.

HE STARTS TO YELP LIKE A HURT DOG.

DIRTY OLD DOG THAT HE IS!

DO I HAVE TO GIVE YOU A QUIZ ON WHAT IT IS THAT GETS HIM ANNOYED?

IT'S HIM!

MY GUARDIAN HAS ALL MY MONEY.

MORE THAN ENOUGH TO PUBLISH ME!



BY JONATHAN BILLET
ON FRIDAY THE 07th - SEPTEMBER 2012.

Ivan The Horrible


"Ivan The Horrible"


Where is the "Great Debate" between the two candidates running for the most important post in the world?  Besides mud slinging and ads paid for God knows whom, if there is one thing I can't stand, it's all this talk about breaking records!  I say cusses to their broken records.  They are asking how much more can we give in this circus?  We're all so, so happy that we are dancing like The Radio City Music Hall's Rockettes!  I know the Flintstones and get bored of watching them on my television's screen.

By Jonathan Billet

3-Minute-Long Poem


"3-Minute-Long Poem"



Your feet say yes and no when they want to stop or go.

You fly up high in the blue sky and white clouds, and then you die.

Pot pie and blueberry cigarettes will kill you forever.

Never is forever.

Hardly ever is never.

So, hardly ever is forever?

Follow me and I'll follow too.

Be true unto me and I'll be true unto you.

Do unto others as they would want to do unto you.

When life is over, its through.

This, I feel, is true.

You can smell the heaven and hell on earth.

Life, I think, is worth waiting for a birth.


By Jon Billet - At The End Of A Blue Harvest's Moon.

Elvis' Conk


"Elvis’ Conk"

"Elvis used to conk his fair hair now he wears smelly, starched underwear!"

By Jonathan Billet On A Harvest Moon