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When I was small,I had no worries at all.On the back of my mother and father,I got all the love, knowledge, stregnth and security I could gather. Then BANG!!!My new life had began.At only seventeenI saw life through a different screen. Not the future of presumption,Not with this disruption.Doctors, nurses, needles and scansNot university, parties and tans. My stregnth went into hiding,On the back of my parents,I was no longer riding. Show yourselfDont wait around on the shelfNow the ...read more
Colon, comma, capital C.
A poem on the theme of vulnerability. There's a couple of sweary words in here so be advised if you don't care for that kind of thing. Colon, comma, capital C.A linguistic interpretationof a visual representationof my vulnerability,wrapped up in thecomedy rule of three.Colon, comma, capital C. Crushed by cyclesof obsessive ideas;some crass and cliché,some toxic and possessive,some circuseswith creepy clowns,snake oil salesmen,and a ringmasterwho's cold, bloodshot eyesstare transfixed on me.Colon, comma, capital C. A face reddened by ...read more
My Spiritual Disability Insight
Graspingly, I say to myself, “O to have been healthily and effectively schooled in the functions and mechanisms of a genuine Faith.”If I was going to adopt one, as a young man, I would find that the basic tools with which to make it work in the world, malfunctioned even before I could begin.The cruel irony was I had a healthy desire to practice but felt spiritually dis-empowered by the schizophrenia. I was very poor ...read more
The core of me
I peel back a layer of myself one at a time. I wait for the sting to reach my eyes, to reach your eyes. If I peel them all back will you like the core of me? The rough and tough part, the part where the seeds of my past reside. Will you take care of them? Will you nurture them? Help me turn them into something beautiful. Please, don't throw them away. Don't scatter ...read more