I try to post something most days. I’m not sure why. Frequently I fail.

Anyway ….. I was reading Amandia’s thoughts Here contemplating her place in the cosmos and jotted down a few lines.

Sometimes I feel like a lot of what I do is to scribble crude graffiti on beautiful murals …… but that is not my intention.

I’m walking and I’m talking
But I’m fearing what I’m hearing
And I’m wondering what it means
To be a human being
As we’re eating and we’re drinking
I think our boat is sinking
I don’t think I can swim
But I feel like fleeing

I lack the dedication
To take my medication
There’s voices in my head
And they’re scaring me to death
I went to my physician
To attend to my condition
He handed me a bill
That took away my breath

I have this strange fixation
That we’re heading for damnation
I’ve read it in the papers
And I’ve seen it in the stars
I’ve had this premonition
Of a worsening condition
I think I best investigate
What life is like on Mars

People find it sad
That I’m stark raving mad
I don’t know rhyme from reason
Don’t know what life’s about
But maybe it’s humanity
That suffers from insanity
And it’s me who’s seeing clearly
And I’m the odd one out.

I was inspired by Nayana and I have already apologised to her that this may be inappropriate in response to her far more beautiful words …….. but I sort of liked the rhythm of what came out.

Hold me back

It’s a heart attack

Baby, I’m about to explode

I’ve emptied my cup

My blood pressure’s up

I think I see the end of the road.

I’ve had my fill

Gotta pay my bill

I might have smoked too much of that stuff

Never dealt well with it

Never knew when to quit

Never knew when enough was enough

I stand here accused

It was all self abused

I cut myself down in my prime

I’m full of regret

But I’m not dead yet

Can we do it just one more time?

I am struggling to write anything amusing or enlightening myself right now so I thought I might share something that I find, personally, inspiring. I know that a lot of people bravely express thier personal demons and battles with mental health via their blogs and, to all of you, I salute.

This is for you.

 

http://www.abc.net.au/lateline/dark-past-of-the-sunnyboys/4727130

Someone sent a picture of me

Smiling. As I used to be

Natural in a natural light

Looking out from black and white

I sat and stared into the past

I tried to understand at last

One life cut in two by time

Was it his life? Was it mine?

I tried to whisper in his ear

He would not listen, would not hear

I tried to light the path ahead

He would not see, would not be led

I thought I knew the boy I saw

But I don’t think so any more

A memory from way back when

I didn’t even know him then