|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|ah, that annoying internal world...
skip the thorazine and take a long beach walk
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Psychotropic drug-induced paranoia sanitarium poetry...but don't lock this one up in the rubber room...I'm here to tell you I've heard these voices also, and mine come with the sound of a playing bagpipe...photographic memory using total recall from many eons ago...listening to these "voices" lets us hear our mission...why I delve into the Rorschach inkblots for mind therapy...
|Reviewed by A PAX
|I get the sensation of exhaustion from this, a mental drain.....reminds me of my day,since I work in a school, when all the little ones start getting rowdy lol
but I like the positive way you endedd this
whose game-plan is to survive another round of deafening brilliance
your private communication in this instance :)
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your unique style shines through your verses in this mesmerizing write, Jude. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Ah the deep words of a thinkere and creative thought processor, to the few of this genre at times as they say...the silence is deafening.
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|Whoa! Your dreams and mine are on a collision course. . .or. . .collaborating?? Noise level's through the ceiling.
Oh, well. Better to be deafened by thought than what is going on Out There. Between the chainsaws, the jets, and the politicians. . .eeeeyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. . .Keep bringing us brilliant gems, Monsieur Jude. Wherever they come from!! 'Pea' <3
|Reviewed by Morning Star
|your poem very interesting Jude
My son when through something
Like what you are expressing on this write
It turnout to be a serious illness
I just hope this is only a poetic view of thoughts
Peace Love and Hugesssss....Morning Star
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|'deafening brilliance' love that expression
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Hey brother!...and I was one of those that believe about Prozac being that crazy music you hear inside elevators and kind of made you think you was hear "voices"...
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
As part of your audience I Applaud You and Say, "Encore, Encore," Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|This is done so well...speaks so much truth. I especially like the second stanza...it really gets the point across in this poem.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|emotional uproar from within,clamoring to be understood!
imaged to perfection...
|Reviewed by H Cruz
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i enjoyed the reality of this write-i prefer solitude most often|
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|Survival of the onslaught. . .
That's only rational.
Or are people too cynical.
Your Poetry Jude - always Radical.
After reading this -- I seek the solitude of my garden!!
|Reviewed by Kathy Kopp
|Very interesting. The last line made me think, about "to survive another round of deafening brilliance." I've not yet arrived at how I will interpret that. Two factors are at war. Good theme. Peace, Kathy|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Powerfully penned and imaged in verse, Jude, well done - you capture the maelstrom, excellently -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Dawn Richerson
|you capture this storm I believe we all know in our own way. those circumstances which can overtake one as a sea of meaningless menace are put in a proper light by your gift of poetry. Dawn|
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|Nicely done, and captures an interesting thought--even if in your dreams. I have attended events where a storm of voices drowned out everything everybody was trying to say, which made the talkers talk louder. A mad house!!!!!|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)
|All consuming, from every direction, without escape, digging deep into the recesses of our brains. Vivid imagery you pen as somewhat the same as described by my niece who underwent Electroshock Therapy 12 times to silence her head..........Well Done! Deborah|
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...excellent write Jude...shedding light on voices...senseless...seeking reason within.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Don't ya hate missing that daily dose...e|
|Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford
|Wonderful write Jude. Killer last line: "whose game-plan is to survive another round of deafening brilliance"
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|... this so strikes a chilling chord with me, Jude, and evokes a very painful series of childhood memories I must have, centred on visiting my father in a Victorian-type "madhouse". It was bizarre to be aware that I was only a small child (of about 7) in this cacophony of "grown-up" voices, but to consider that I was the only sane and clear-thinking one amongst the whole motley crew. When we feel like those who should be "showing us the way, exhibiting Truth, and putting safe parameters around life" are themselves totally AWOL, then the effects, I remember, are as you lucidly paint for us here. In my case, there was a gulf between what I construed to be the "adult" world and that of a child. But, even so, I knew that these insane voices screaming all around me were creating havoc because of insurmountable and inexpressible pain and confusion on the inside. And yet I also understood that they were convinced of their own sense. My dreams became my fortress, because within them, even though they might be only those of a child, I knew too that they were of more absolute "rightness" than the junk that was otherwise assailing them from this rabble. Sorry to ramble on... but this is just my way of connecting with this. This is hard stuff to take as you deafen us with your brilliance. The image of the mind besieged by the heaviness of a capacity-full stadium is absolutely spot on and so unique. That's just how I remember feeling, sorrounded on this psychiatric ward. Reminds me somewhat of Jack Nicholson and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest... guess some of us will ALWAYS feel like those cuckoos in the nest, eh?! :)) Wishing you peace within the storm. Love, Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|interesting frequency this...feels overwhelming and painful|