Smile it's infectious
You don't wake up, well not for a while. Every morning on automatic pilot, no amounts of coffee will see me right. The fog never fully lifts, by the end of the day a light mist still shrouds me. Inside is a man begging to be let out. To be set free. Not shackled to… Continue reading Meds
The ambience I had etched out in the park The universes garden was destroyed The peddling of evil in the form of leaflets How the irony, soldiers of destruction (Jehovah's Witnesses) I disregarded their leaflets, telling every one of them I am happily disfellowshipped Each looks away; masks slipped, apologies For my plight I skip… Continue reading Disfellowshipped
If only the echoes in my mind And the ghost of lives past Could you leave me just for a day The dark skies no longer cast The shadows make me look rather Intimidated as I grope about In my unbearable time here Nothing is easy. I could scream About wasting my life and time… Continue reading Again
Dusk Town was buzzing the band was playing people everywhere smiling it was good to see The only dead-pan looks on the faces From the homeless and the Jehovah’s Witnesses I watched the people go by from the comfort of the cafe my camomile tea my only companion No rush to leave I go… Continue reading Dusk
Moon It’s just us I’m looking at you while you overwhelm me millions of light years between us 238.855 to be exact. Yet I feel you close. Guide me, help me light up a path that I can follow where you can always watch over me. Somewhere I can feel safe
Asylum So I’m leaving hotel Asylum The budget won’t stretch no more Bags are packed, arrangements made It’s time to walk out the door What lies ahead now I’ve rested my mind? You know I’m not sure Don’t know who I am anymore Will they find a cure? The clock is ticking, the TV.… Continue reading Asylum
The beautiful timbre of the local tongue Walking through corridors saturated In the 15th century, buildings and culture Breathing deeply in, immersing myself Being tortured by men with selfie sticks Or worse, men running around the square With prams, alongside goats, a festival The Uffizi offered room after room Of religious iconography. The faces all… Continue reading Art Culture and More
In the park at midday You had just rolled out Another one for me to recoil at I realised then what your About (a turd rolled in glitter) Years of ignorance Because I now get it Your whole pleasure is Canning me. Watching as I suffer in pain But then you leave me When I’m… Continue reading Moment of Clarity
I have to let it go I want to I should say It was a long time ago You missed out more than me You watch over me I believe Waiting around for absolution You have it, unconditionally No strings or hidden agenda I forgive you, man Whatever happened it is ok I was devastated… Continue reading I Forgive You
The trees are now bare The discarded leaves clutter the floor Some trees bow, leaning Like they are trying to re-claim their former occupants The birds, the ducks and swans Gather around, oblivious to your absence Not noticing I’m alone No squirrels came to greet me Nothing has changed here On the surface, but it… Continue reading Empty Trees
Five days later I’m all over the place The Kellogg’s variety of emotions Struggling to keep pace Surely it is not worth feeling like this One minute petrified the next vulnerable A knot in my stomach, throat constricting I have to bid you fond farewell Just like I did with cigarettes Marijuana and my natural… Continue reading Fond Goodbye
Part of my job puts me in front of people, who like me, suffer with their mental health and I try to pass on in workshops the strategies I use that have helped me enormously over the last nine years since I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. I teach about how there is an onus… Continue reading No Room At The Inn
If it was because we could not bear to look that would be one thing We didn't look because we didn't care. It wasn't for us to get involved. Apparently When I look I see my son, my daughters. I see my mother wading through debris I see my father inconsolable for his loss. I… Continue reading We Turned Away
A 'militant' is nearly always created from injustice.
It just didn’t make any sense I texted and rang moments after you Blind panic veins pumping I asked many questions but got no answers Sweat poured from me Dry mouth walking at pace From here to there and back again Every second felt like an hour…. Then relief, huge relief I couldn’t wait to… Continue reading Gone
My every thought takes me forward and back The pain of the past, trepidation in the future It is what makes the now disappear The philosophies, to grab the cognitive To psychoanalyse, to pray. To hope Just to know it will be alright Round and round I can go desperate to grab my pills,… Continue reading Good Therapy
Have you read or watched ‘The Secret’ by Rhonda Byrne? The formula for attracting things to your life? Of course you have. Does it work? I read the book in early 2013 and loved the philosophy. That was it then in 2014 I made a list of the things I wanted and needed in my… Continue reading Life is good.
A sideshow to my mental health diagnosis in 2011 was my Boxer dog, Max. Max and I enjoyed a great relationship. He was the first dog that I had since leaving home. He came everywhere with me even to work, so when things began to spiral out of control, I did the unthinkable. I found… Continue reading Much more than a dog
I don't know when I first lost my marbles. I think rather than the whole bag going overnight, perhaps I lost them gradually over the years. Looking back, I don't think I was ever well, over 24 yrs before I was eventually rescued. They never gave me my marbles back, but I have gradually found… Continue reading Waking up
I have been on the eternal search to find something, and I haven’t been able to put my finger on exactly what that is. Was it the truth, the meaning of life, God, peace? This search has taken me everywhere on my life journey. I have read many books, joined and left a cult, and… Continue reading A New Beginning
Look it’s hidden shrouded in bliss Cold wintry night fog rising quick On tree’s, your eyes focus branches beware Listen intently, listen to hear The damp ice weather you feel in your chest Try not to breathe in try not to rest You’re out on a journey, one that’s so long A journey with danger… Continue reading The Mystery
It’s bad enough the loss Without you having to deal With it. Every time you go upstairs You’re losing a little bit more of us...…... Having experienced losing three pregnancies in 13 months the above describes the fear that grips the man when you are well aware of what is happening but the words between… Continue reading Losing Us
I look forward to unravelling you understand your story What makes you tick see beyond your beautiful face In return see something in me Find a reason to meet me again that I may be just worth a shot something you wouldn’t regret I will play the wheel or take a hand of cards putting… Continue reading Just A Coffee
The flood overtakes your thoughts Taken by surprise I stepped outside of myself I was looking down My outer shell was speaking My inner self was thinking My mind is unattached I’m on overdrive A part is what I play An actor is what I am Why do I do this Here for all to… Continue reading Flood
Where did you sleep last night? By Mark R Lyth When I was a child, an awfully long time ago We would play in the street together did you know I was only seven when I met her, skipping down the street ‘would you like to play with me’ her I would entreat We moved… Continue reading Where Did You Sleep Last Night
Once the web of manipulation is exposed The life you had was just a facade That kept you stuck and feeling suffocated For years. It can take years to free yourself Mentally from their grasp. Spiritual Pain can often never heal Photo by Taylor Lyth
It has been three weeks now since I’ve seen the news. It has taken great discipline to avoid it. I have disabled all social media accounts, unsubscribed from various media apps, avoided the T.V. and newspapers. When I’m in a supermarket I sort of dance blindly past the newspapers and magazines. The biggest challenge of… Continue reading No News
The whisper becomes louder the words become clear listening closer what do you hear music is playing out in the rain nobody went out nobody came. In on your own alone in your mind what do you look for what did you find thoughts became made words you now form put them together who will… Continue reading Closing My Mind
It is hard to find a niche to trundle happily along kicking stones and clutching grass. This one life for periods half lived. In the wrong rooms Wrong houses, in the wrong jobs a lack of determination blame everyone else for my own deficiencies. I think perhaps I need to be assertive pick a goal… Continue reading Out In The Field
How do you formulate a response? What is the message I have to learn? My heart hasn’t recognised the change yet, my already paranoid mind has shut down. I laugh and don’t cry. Look normal and happy but they can’t see or hear inside me It's just as well, silence is deafening and my pain,… Continue reading A Miscarriage of Justice
Perhaps there is a reason for my reticence perhaps I can’t begin to grasp it at all. But I will always seek to find answers I will always try and stay on the ball. This life of oh so much more insignificance has possibility to bloom. Into something good and spiritual a journey with no… Continue reading A Work in Progress
I stand so many floors up I don’t know exactly how high Enough to end me If I fall The window behind me is open With every fibre I try not to Acknowledge the gusting wind that calls You’re not well are you? I know its hard not to be really I was just managing… Continue reading The Ledge
You will never find yourself if you don't look
If only the echoes in my mind And ghost of lives past Could leave me just for a day The dark skies no longer cast The shadows, make me look rather Intimidated as I grope about In my unbearable time here Nothing is easy I could fucking shout About wasting my life and time On… Continue reading Again
I can get through the worst has gone the river looks normal the grime has gone It’s important now To follow the rivers flow and not the stream to where I go Only good exists ahead the place to focus on the rocks cleanse the water trickles on and on The river is my friend… Continue reading Glass
