MAD WORLD CREATIVITY PROMPT CHALLENGE: Another Mad World – Ivor Steven

Ivor Steven – The remains of a madness

Brave & Reckless

Are we a modern reflection of the moon?
Just a spoilt man with a silver spoon
Torn, tarnished, and running out of room
Where even the green witches have lost their brooms

A lonely planet of rocky dunes with a sun-burnt crust
Dark craters for oceans and rivers of dust
No vegetation to feed on, nor furry animals to kill
Only smelly whale bones and rotting pelican bills

Madly we think there is another new world
Just jet away to, and breed more crazy boys and girls
Our mad scientists know, humans have shamed mother earth
And we are entirely to blame for defiling her worth

Ivor was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing poetry for 19 years, having numerous poems published in on-line magazines, and his works appear in Anthologies by, Vita Brevis, Fae Corps Inc, and Red Wolf Journal. He’s an active member…

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Narcissistic Wounds: TRump’s Coping Mechanisms, Especially on NBC’s Town Hall, Part 2

Calico Jack – Trump’s coping mechanisms

The Psy of Life

Original Sin of Narcissism The Origins of the Narcissistic Wound
Narcissistic Wounds: Their Origins And The Reason Trump’s Assaulted US During the NBC Town Hall, Part 1

The explanation of a narcissism is almost as big as their fat bloated egos. It usually takes several posts to go through it all. Lately, we’ve been focused on the role of narcissistic wounds in driving the seemingly inexplicable behavior of the Ol’ Pussy Grabber. In part 1, we explained the origins of the narcissistic wound both in general and specifically to Trump. Here, we look at the psychological mechanisms that narcissists use in general and Trump in specific use to distract themselves from the gaping narcissistic wound that sits where their hearts ought to be.

Brief Re-Cap

The bleeding heart of any narcissist is the narcissistic wound. It is the injury that results whenever they are humiliated by having an error pointed out to them. Or…

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Feral

TheFeatheredSleep – Longing for the unattainable

TheFeatheredSleep

Girl with ire, for you are woman, though you are still

a girl

dark skinned girl, like a fruit grown in midnight

richer somehow, distinct in a world of lost focus

something in movement deliniates this, hones in

brands you ageless in ways

only few achieve

it is your saving grace and why

my jaw hurts from grinding

all the passion I have to pieces of

confetti, ready for your marriage to

status of unattainable.

I had a rule once, don’t fall for girls

who cut their fractured eyes at the world

ruled with upturned, defiant chins

don’t succumb to the delights others see

in that girl who brightens the room with her

brown-eyed glare and gnashing smile

she is merciless, she is cruel at times, cutting

in that barbed way of the magnificient, used to

her fawning subjugates

she is unaware of you and the depths you swim

for…

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Narcissistic Wounds: Their Origins And The Reason Trump’s Assaulted US During the NBC Town Hall, Part 1

Calico Jack reviews Trump’s Town Hall performance – first of two parts.

The Psy of Life

Recently, we were treated to a sweaty, bent, blustering, fuming, and horse caricature-in-chief trying to defend his record through lying, diversion, evasion, and obfuscation under the tough questioning of NBC‘sSavannah Guthrie. If you didn’t see the circus clown clawing his way through the town hall, then you probably should, I guess. Some of it has to be seen to be believed. I’m sure you’ve seen the outtakes on your favorite news and social media platforms.

His performance begs the question of why. Why would he lie so often, be so visibly angry and aggressive, evade and divert so transparently? You would wonder if you didn’t know that he is a unproductive malignant narcissistic personality disorder, but I know regular readers do and you know that each one of those responses is a coping mechanism that he feels when held accountable for all of his corruption and debasement…

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MAD WORLD CREATIVITY PROMPT CHALLENGE: Awakening – Jaya Avendel

The Madness – inside or outside?

Brave & Reckless

Spin
Do not stop
Focus on your starving fingers
Feel all else fade before your
Selfish existence.

Your eyes start to roll
You are trapped in this dance
Like the stepmothers who choose to
Wear iron shoes and still
Take elegant steps.

Your feet are naked
You feel this mad world
Turning you
Around and around
Until you do not know yourself
Your name is jumbled letters.

It strikes you
Allows you to center yourself

It is you
Not the world that is
Mad.

Jaya Avendel lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, writing family into fantasy and dabbling in poetry and prose. Her writing has been published at Visual Verse, Free Verse Revolution, and Spillwords Press. She writes at ninchronicles.com.

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Shining silent

TheFeatheredSleep – Peace in silence together

TheFeatheredSleep

She did not say much

Her’s was a rounding silver pause

A singing bowl of watched consideration

When she spoke, it held a soft balance of meaning

Like the weight of the sea pressing on dry earth

They told her she was boring at dinner parties

They said shyness was a bad trait to remove

When she turned toward me, her eyes wet with shame

I wiped her tears and whispered

Surely the best among us, say the most with the least

Surely it is a vital, beautiful thing to turn down the dial

on noise, attention seeking, the cacophony of humans

Fat on ego and the terrible drive to be ahead at any cost

Say less, speak in thought, touch, dream

I kissed her fingers and she knew

Quiet love may have been forgotten in the roar

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MAD WORLD CREATIVITY PROMPT CHALLENGE: locked lips – mb

from MB – Madness in a mad world

Brave & Reckless

faces i used to know
dilapidated places
your eyes closed off from me
dull aged bleak sunrises
people crawling neath the spaces
where nothing bad or good can grow

mind poisons pouring over 5G networks
no salvation no protection
hiding the twisted white-hot thoughts
time progresses with no resentments

while nightmares vivid march next to me
living barely on the tombs that lure me
loudly speaking whispers as hell consumes me
madly tearing at the wind above me
the soil beneath me is bled very badly

madness has now become my life’s salvation
city blocks in desolation
void of soul lost reputation
freedom weakens with each reverberation
lock my limbs my mind inserts quotations
where my own words used to have expression

mb was born and raised in urban Los Angeles and is a Gen X’er who chronicles and scrawls about the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan…

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Bell Book and Candle

A parable of witchcraft, power, and love.

CLUSTER B

Witchcraft as a metaphor for psychopathy

bellbookandcandle06In the film, Bell, Book and Candle, witches are sexy, charming and in possession of inscrutable powers the rest of the world can only envy. But they have emotional deficits. They cannot love or cry. Emotionally “flat” like psychopaths allegedly are.  These witches and warlocks are confined to a ghetto of hip, trendy existence where it is always Halloween and never Christmas even when it is. The story begins when a new neighbor, Shepherd Henderson (James Stewart), moves into the apartment house of Gillian Holroyd (Kim Novak). Gillian sets her sights on him because that’s her thing. She is especially keen when she finds out that he’s engaged to Gillian’s old enemy from her college days.  She casts a love spell on him but loses her powers when she genuinely falls in love with him.

spellJust like psychopaths, witches (in the film)…

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The Narcissistic Wound Of Trump’s #COVID19 Pneumonia, Losing the Election, And The Multitude of Investigations

Calico Jack – Steroids or not, its the narcissistic wounds talking.

The Psy of Life

I guess I’m not spilling any secrets when I say that the Ol’ Pussy Grabber was out of control last week what with his covfefevirus infection being announced and treated with steroids, his debate performance being roundly panned by all the critics, the plethora of polls showing him losing to Handsome Joe by double digits nationally and pert near double digits in all the states that matter, and the abundance of investigations into his crimes taking significant steps forward. You might could even say, it was a bad week. Hell, it could even be the worst week for a candidate ever recorded in the history of elections.

…the word immunity means something — having really a protective glow means something. I think it’s very important to have that…

The Ol’ Pussy Grabber in an interview on Fox…

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