CHAPTER 2 Passages of Life
Let Me Fly
In the distance, I
know, I’ve been
down and
searching low
Know there’s
been times when
my pride was the
only thing on
show.
Through my
endeavours my
heart bled — but I
never turned
around or gave
in to deceit.
I thought life
was a joyride on
the way to easy
street.
But I knew that
without you I’d
have crashed and
burned.
Knew without
you no lessons
could have been
learned.
But with a new
engine I learned
so many new
things
Learned how to
love, so I’m going
to spread these
wings
Gonna amaze
you with my
wonders, going
to reach into the
sky.
And only you can
stop me, so please
mum, you’ve got
to let me fly!
Let me lift my
spirits up - won’t
you see how high
I can go?
Without your
support I’m still
gliding; if you
wish harder, I’ll
glow.
These mountains
in the distance —
they don’t mean a
thing to me now!
I’m going to dazzle
them with my
acrobatics
somehow.
When I was an
ugly duckling
and you put your
wings over me
I said a little
prayer so that
your love would
set us free
I knew you
would get older
and everyday my
mind would find
the light
So those days
lost to wonder
were just getting
me ready for the
fight.
You see, we work
together; as my
you are the key
But you have
unlocked my
power now. I’m
flying our wings
to victory,
No, nobody can
stop us — we are a
united carousel
of hopes and
dreams
And who would
have thought
we’d get this far
on just a ‘fool’s’
hopeless
schemes!
Washed Away
It isn’t too much to hope for,
our salvation. When the rains come my
faith is shaken, and the plans I
have are washed away. Each tear
drop makes my colours run into
another day. But my worldly colours
merged and created a zeal
in my soul, and the sun renewed
my strength and gave me back
control. So my caustic catatonia
was crushed and started to decay,
as life brought me closer to the
communion of God’s way
A Life of Extremes
Sensitivity is such a manic
hyperactive phenomenon.
Playing with over-run
synapses and chemicals,
awash with dopamine,
running wild in your head.
Paralysed with fear and
And the lows of depression,
screaming for the ‘madhouse’
or cracking up with fools,
in between the neurons with
the creation of extremes.
Echoes
There inside your brain
is a computer recording your every move.
It’s set to remember previous conversations
and it helps those who know its use. But
every picture you see and every whim
you hear becomes a part of ‘waking dreams’.
Random topics of conversation that seem
so subtle and concise to you are in fact
the remembrances of previous thoughts
and the infinity of sub-conscious echoes
There’s Hope
Hopefulness appears in the frozen
shards of disaster when tears flow like a
river back to the sea. Hope exists on a
mountaintop as a climber reaches
its summit after his perilous journey.
There’s hope in charity,
therein the over-pouring of kindness
for a stranger in need.
It resounds in an unexpected
kiss - on a boring day.
It’s there when we forget
arguments and bitter fights after
the night before. Hope remains in the
hearts of loving couples who have
renewed their vows on their golden
anniversary after fifty years.
There’s hope for the future as past
enemies put their differences
to one side after eons of war. Hope
resounds for equality when it shines,
waiting to be noticed after
segregation. Hope is a promise, and it’s
always faithful to expect it, rather than be
dismayed as it eclipses the manic cries
of fear. And it’s always
there in the character of human
forgiveness.
Let Me Think
Those men who stole
the stars from the sky,
and put the universe into
his own mind’s eye
He swallowed the chains
coming from the world,
and fell in love with
Mother Nature’s girl,
He took the words that
the devil spoke,
and tried to fix every
hole that society broke
When he looks into the
fiery pits of hell,
he dreams of heaven only
Time will tell, and
she’s a cosmic girl that
rights a wrong,
Who sings to the blind
a triumphant song
And she exists in chaos,
but she nurtures the meek
Like the Mona Lisa, her
smile is unique
And when times are tough
and mankind lets us down,
you can count on those
brothers to turn us
around. They cry with
shame, though they are a
nation of pride
who have no reason
to weep. They have
an inner strength inside
And those philosophers
meander into streams of
sin. But their hearts are
purely divine — a
spiritual life within
They conceive of love
though they receive our hate
Some help them to fly when
their patience is late
And God will judge the few
who fall in between,
who live to regret their evil
lies and schemes
A curious people whom
society has labelled as ‘sick’
Those remarkable thinkers
— the schizophrenic!
The Mirror
Who is the man staring
in the mirror,
when the light won’t
turn on and his reflection
is dimmer?
Where is the man when
his personality has changed?
Where are the colours
of his pride when he’s
living strange?
Where is the hero when
the treasure is lost?
What is man’s price to society
when love has no cost?
Confusion
The missing pieces
leave the mentally ill confused
living a half-life
Blossom
Blossom on the tree
Mother Nature is undressed
Humble and unique
Reflection
In a heartbeat
I could be yours — if the occasion
was right. To be in your
loving memory and fulfil
every new delight
The passage of
your love that you gave to me,
is still in my eyes as we
kissed affectionately,
and deep in my soul are the
embers from a fire
Who can see the truth in
forgotten razor wire?
But you still resound in
every part of me that I can
compare — even though
she’s just a reflection of a
person who’s
not there.
Symptoms
Positive symptoms and
negative symptoms
behave like Freudian puzzles
of the unconscious, as
something fills the void.
It takes the life-force from a
human, who searches for
a heavenly answer.
The loss of speech, creates
hallucinations of voices.
Social withdrawal steals
friendships, and angels take
their place. A mourning of
laughter succeeds a universe
of being depressed. ‘Broken
thoughts’ transform into
fantasy. As the world turns
into shades of grey: delusions
of grandeur bestow colour
to the soul.
My Reality (Life)
Reality is God’s design,
bound by truest reason and rhyme
Is there an end to man’s pain?
Mental shadows feel the rain,
needing love’s iron resolve
Must move on and then evolve.
We’ll never find the master key
Love uncovers life’s mystery!
Just Smile
When people are cruel and
they spread fear and lies —
Just smile
When we should be happy
but all we do is frown —
Just smile
When the seasons change
and so do our hearts —
Just smile
And when life fails
and we’ve no more time
Just smile,
For if we stop smiling
what is there to life?
Smile at your misfortunes
and never think twice
Subconscious
Human ‘madness’
of possibility, ‘waves’ of power
and frequency. Release me from
the indignations of my past.
Take me through the ‘looking-glass’.
Abstain me from the chains of life’s
‘broken thoughts’, which morbidly act
out in nightmares, so wrought.
The soul needs to sing to my sugar-
coated pills, by making the
sedated brains be resolute and shrill.
And the doctors have forgotten the
‘abstract’ brain; it has obtrusions
to seek out love’s pleasures or pain.
But I pray to the heart so that
a cure will shortly be found - one that
unites the minds of the fallen, and
a folie a deux of ‘clowns.’