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Bipolar Disorder is a strongly built conglomerate of depression and mania that yet fails to monopolize on the brain of it’s victim when under medication. Medication to bipolar disorder is like an audit; closely inspected, then revised when an error
It was midnight moon cruising in the bedroom. I step aside in the depressed window, watch the overwhelming spillover. I listen, then do not listen to alien voices of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan, artfully in cryptic signs crunching the bones.
After a sacred kill you thrived in scriptures. Many centuries have passed for us living without you. Thyme will preserve you body, your brain, syndrome, for our children. When the apocalypse starts, Arctica would keep the seeds, grains, alive and
Take a break, what does that really mean? Break an arm, a foot; break wind or a stick. Maybe, perhaps; but take a look a little deeper is the thought. Re-visit, revise; review, recharge. Take a head break, a spirit
It was not worth it. Building of castles on the dirty roads. Offering spiritual coalition of unscented certainties. Admission of reversing the course of river does not exonerate. Mind polluted, face dripping with fantasies clairvoyance, but confirming nothing. Quasi-tales mingling
“I” wanted to fly, far far away from the darkness of light But I saw something swinging with me, when I got to take the flight It was my human self in blackish darker dress Looking into its bosom drinking
When I converse with him, He is high, up in the night sky.. It’s all about you and me, And about the silence that expresses the loudest thought that dwells in our mind. While shinning bright it does flicker at
A gentle cough, a quiet word, a morning breeze, a waking bird, Into her box her letters fall, soft flip flop slippers down a hall, A radio plays yesterdays, and on the wall a clock face says That sometimes time
On Erin’s sweet emerald terrain, Many long ages ago. A dragon who was hight Ollipeist, Went a roving to and fro. He searched the hills and meadows green, He searched in County Claire. For the trickster Brady O’Shae he sought,
Well I’ve always had faith in Christ Even in my frustration and sorrows When I pray to him I know everything’s Is gonna be ok…it is written ask not Receive not that’s not to say I’m not Thankful for all
we’d been cooped up by rain at the end of September family and cats. gradually contempt bred until sun and heat returned in respite, grass warming to please all species of toes. cats charged around unruly flower beds, flossing fangs
The Shadow of a Broken Word do you see? The Shadow of a Lifeless Entity Beneath your feet. The sunray hits your face where you glow, Shadowy tears on the other side so flow, Which you are afraid to show.
True love knows no pain…love Is a rare and precious thing and Has no chains…true love is the Dream of dreams and love to me Means never having to be lonely Doing whatever it takes to make That one special
Those ruins of tomorrow Could they make me hollow? On the wings of hope this day, Swinging from the blue skies… the flight of despair stuck in the cries. Teased by the winds, Pushed by the blinds, Waking up to
You can learn a lot about a person watching them eat an apple even watching them in the supermarket give them a five dollar bill and tell them pick out any apple you want, it’s on me those store aisles
After dinner protocol you kiss me on the cheek Wrap your arms around me to remind me that you’re free The taste of mint is in your kiss but your sweetness is in doubt All those broken promises are draining
My lipstick a deep shade of burgundy Traced outline of my imprint on the inner most part of your thigh Excites me! Thoughts leave me lingering rolling around in your bed Kisses like footprints of a path to your navel
Homecoming under the moon devoid of pain. When did the clock turned back? You are becoming a child. My journey opens in a dark wound. A promise to walk blindfolded, when only the footfalls are audible. The distance between the
Innocent dream he was, untouched by the pain Happy like a child he flew once People slapped, some bullied, But with his magnificent innocence he smiled His heart pained… A day came, hell of a day it was, This boy
That essence Those hands, that body that caresses who breastfeeds us that gives us life starting an eternal struggle who always leaves his teachings Their loves his consolations That essence that multiplies in the sister, in the aunt, in the
My mind is flooded and his brain is blooded. schooled to just Google the truth about the youth and the proof about the loot. The crimes of the times but we were not schooled for the crimes of the heart.
More love is good Life has been good to me with lots of love from everyone I had the most rewarding job in the world fighting for those who cannot defend themselves alone I had great friends that truly appreciated
Another phase another life Time to lift up my wares Move to the next fair Like a true vagabond Gained nothing, lost some Chanced upon sacred earth Though someone else’s Committed sacrilege Though never believed Expected the world Fell on
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Sitting there observing me A shadow among the flock Breathing in the magic scene With a vision to unlock I waited for a dream to be Unforgotten and serene But the love and lust For what I must Tantalizes me
He didn’t think about her for a week despite the Manchester slags carping in the rental car lobby while their children disassembled democracy and the drumbeat of the universe tore the cloud cover razed the concrete like blackberry canes way