Consumable Chaos from the Mouth of the Mind

By Paul Cloutier

I have been writing poetry for over twenty years. Only in the past five years have I decided that I should look at some of my past thoughts that were written down. Even if I did not understand the content at that time I do now. So for my first work this is the best of my retrospective of those years. Each is written at a different time in my life and all though some may seem dark at times I was more interested in the questions I tried to answer literally or metaphorically. I am a student of history and I enjoy learning about periods in history that I have yet to learn about. With this interest in my life I have always tried to follow the motto; Those that fail to learn and understand history are destined to repeat the same past mistakes. I laugh now as I see people that obviously do not want to know about human history because they know better make the same mistakes over and over again. All one must do is to read the daily news feeds and I guarantee there are people repeating the foolish mistakes of past humans today. So I want to ask how humanity can exceed its potential so as to not only better each individual human but the society as whole.
With the current times I felt that I could no longer stay silent as I watch the country I was born in be ripped apart at the seams. In the wake of that collapse of the past model the rest of the world getting shaken up like a child with a bee hive. The bees are angry and now have begun to swarm not only at the singular child that shook their world but at any one else they happen to find in their path. Even with the entire world changing the US has morphed much more especially if you have studied American history at all. In a battle of giants the last giant standing wins but is left all alone until another can rise to face it. There are no more giants like that and it is unwilling to give up the power it was given to, unlike their hero our first. The tentacles of power attached to the giant has become even too large for it to control itself so how dare we try to impose our views on the multi-headed hydra. Well you do not! All you try to do is taken down at least one head before more can replicate. The intuitive power of curiosity should always keep you asking questions and when those questions are not fully answered then vote the head out. It is true that change begins within ones own self as long as you realize that change is good and staying the same is directly related to tradition and that is something that should be remembered but not at the cost of the future. When the old demands that the future look to the past you should to see how many times we created something great only to be so decadent and tyrannical that destroying the unknown or the object of desire is all humanity knows.
So when reading this I want you to question everything you know about yourself, society and the universe as a whole and start from the beginning. Each time you look back many different questions will arise from our collective past that are still left unanswered. It is easy to take things on faith but asking questions is hard and so too are the answers especially when it is the opposite you have learned. Do not fear new things; understand them first, then make a decision based on what new information has been presented and not on old rigid beliefs. Truth hurts but it is a sharp pain compared to the lingering effects of the lies that create reality.
Paul D. Cloutier

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483671543

Paul Cloutier

I have always seen myself as an artist whose medium changes depending on how I feel or the time and place I am currently located in. I began writing young but only used it as a hobby while I focused more on painting with different methods as well as styles. After a few years painting, for fun, I began composing short poems based off the finished painting which eventually lead me to write more poems not related to the painting medium. My favorite style of poem is one based off of direct observation of nature or human reality.

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Contents

When Hidden No One Can See It

Lost Amid the Minds

Concrete Coffin

No Witness

Foolhardy Politicos

Keeping Up With the Status Quo

Infinity as Flesh Seconds as Light

The Chill after Dark

Rebirth of the Jesters

Forgotten Accessory

Locked Away Inside

Incomplete Voice

Lost Amid the Minds II

Growing Children Right

The Floating Dollar Signs in the Water

Primitive Nonsense

View from the Flies Perspective

Decomposed Leaders

The Strings are Broken

Callous Act

Jury

Play Ball

Washed Clean

Lost Amid the Minds III

Crawl, Feeble Thing, Crawl

We the Lambs

Corner Office

Memories from a Workhorse

Rising Pile

Genetic Tree

Watercolor Washed Away

Bluff

Many Days are like the Fifteenth

Sounds from Early Afternoon

Lost Amid the Minds IV

Too Much Sunshine

One life

In a Field of Sound

Thrice Three

Never-ending Winter Chill

A Storm of Metal

Two Minutes of Lightning

What is Left After the Rain

Three Religions

Caught in the Stream

Lost Amid the Minds V

Confused about What Happened

4 Minutes

Last of the Light from the Star

Raining Reflection

Opera of the Fallen

This is Why Mammals Die

Woodland Retreat

Recycling Today for the Next Day

Red Writing

Around the Ring Turns Back

Lost Amid the Minds VI

Bird of White

Restless Night

End Toss

Thinning Spirits

Dinner Turned into an Accident

Elephants Grave

To Such a Sacrifice I See

Better Worlds Can Be Created

Optimism

In the Ruins of a Dead Society

I would like to dedicate this to my family and friends.

Thank you for putting up with me and the antics I have

put you through . . . you all have endured. MAR!

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Beware the Toast Riding Bicycle!

When Hidden No One Can See It

A group of people gather looking into the night,

Hollow eyes, the shadow among the unknown faces,

To give an experience unlike anything seen on the home front,

An army of the confused,

The misunderstood,

Outcast minds wander around a web of lower class teeth,

Impulses transmitted to soldiers instantaneous,

Orders given and received to help images of light,

Some useful information,

Meet,

Chat,

Exchange ideals by translating garbled code,

A faceless mass; those with no eyes hide behind the messages seeking lies,

Those do not eat, sleep nor dream of the new,

Any thing said or typed will be scanned by those blind figures,

Huddling high above the cold wind,

The collective days of steam, pressure builds,

The engine full of hot air moves our government forward,

Hoping that today will be better than yesterday,

A blanket for security this child needs,

Using the keys of the trade to unlock citizens,

Twist the mass in believing that all need that child,

A family cult propagates false belief in the nature of freedom for all,

Free for all entrapped by kinetic flour,

The massive fictitious wheat fields tie the laces of Atlas,

Tables of steel form rings around one group,

The temporarily tainted,

A political enemy can be made from any one as long as you are willing to pay for it,

Closing that path,

Suffocating the lungs of youth for only money,

Corporate America uses and abuses the same laws that are meant to protect those that business seeks to harm,

These simplistic keys given freely by a house and commons,

Foolish men and women that like to eat their own words,

Ones at night focus on dreams,

Those in the day meet the nine to five frames,

A flickering few secretly hide individual groups along fiber optic scheme,

Remaking,

Reshaping,

Other methods of change,

A governmental terrorist machine of destruction,

This hidden superhighway of these gathered hollow faces,

To use the nigh,

Abuse the power that has been given,

Recode those false messages of hope to hate on a global scale,

A cancerous crisis that no one can hear,

Of the forgotten,

A liberty hears only the pathetic moral of a burning nation,

Faith based compassion with out innocence,

The silent cry for attention seeks the politico,

The living