My Truth

You illuminate my darkness, 

And cast a shadow on my light. 

I dance with you in daytime,

And cry with you in night.

You set me on fire when I lost my spark. 

Ignited the flames when I was lost in the dark.

Burned through my defenses, one by one. 

As the black rain fell, you were my sun. 

How can I resist, how can I deny?

You are my truth, in the white lies.

The End

“We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them. ” Albert Einstein

Dear Doctor,

Do you think perhaps you piqued too soon,

To notice the sun and the moon,

Like Freud, did you get hysterical

About a woman’s cycles?

Or like Jung, did you fear the dark?

Unknowing how to handle, how to protect

Yourself from the demons of the night,

Did you get a fright when the mirror looked back at you?

Calling you to see, to listen, to face the truth?

Or did you run and hide from the light,

Scared its power would reveal your shadow,

Your ego calling you to think you know it all?

That there wasn’t more you could learn?

That those with other qualifications,

Might understand sedation

Better than you. With experience

And the wisdom of the ages

As their teacher. You judged them as a preacher.

And failed to see the power, in the hour

Where they had been called to stand,

To not “wholly comply” with the lies.

To reveal what they knew, what they had been taught,

The gifts they had been given as they prayed to heaven,

For a better world, for more healing, for more feeling,

For light to shine in the darkness

And truth and justice to prevail

in the end.

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2008/mar/02/mythoftheantipsychotic

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piquerism

https://psychdata.blogspot.com/2005/09/generation-ritalin-australia.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bad_Pharma

Better Days

For the cost of sanity,

I ask the questions

People do not want to hear.

Is it fear that holds them back?

Scared to face the truth they lack,

is it more, I think I know, than ego?

More it can’t be so, than what if.

The worries of being cut adrift

Amidst a shit-storm

of biblical proportions.

Mind contortions, must surely

Flip-flop the stomach,

Hasten the heartbeat

cause the breath to catch

If only, for a moment,

While the thought is shushed away

Into a pool of silence

Swirling in the darkness

Of the mind, waiting and then

Once again, the question rises

evidence dances to the surface

that can’t be ignored, twirling

tales so tantalasing of old ways

of better days, but first…

the mirror calls, to see

we must look deep, beyond

the known, into the unknown

the wilderness where wishes

and fantasy become reality.

and love truly conquers all.

Kaboom!

Inconclusive coincidences

an inability to comprehend

or deliberate detouring,

downplaying, delaying

the inevitable, that

time will reveal.

The energy rises,

uncontrollable,

unstoppable

KABOOM!!!

Cause and effect,

a universal law,

and not the only one.

It’s coming, the fury,

the rage, the incandescent

burning, the torch of truth

lay bare for all to see

shamelessly exposing

revealing all…

inconclusive coincidences.

La La Land

Much as I wish life was always sweet,
that every rainy day brought a coulorful treat.
That every blade of grass really tickled our ass
and that the bumps were only minor as the hurdles we pass.
Much as I wish we had no troubles to endure,
as we barely tread water as we reach for the shore.
Much as I wish there weren’t times it felt like we’re drowning
and our bonnie wee smiles were replaced by frowning.
Much as I wish no kids were abused,
no women were tortured and sexually used.
Much as I wish there was equality for all
there’s never gonna be unless we answer the call.
The call from inside, the silent screams of the tortured.
The ones that so many don’t want to hear
not realising there hiding from their own fears.
Scared to pay attention to the world around
their hands on their ears to drown out the sound.
Looking to La La Land where all is well,
they preach positivity in the stories they sell.
Never stopping for a moment to simply embrace truth,
ignoring reality and dismissing the proof.
In la La Land no strength is needed
only sweet things are ever seeded.
In La La Land you won’t have to fight to survive
you’ll never learn what it truly takes to thrive.
In La la Land compassion has dried up
because it’s easier to blame someone if they’re fucked up.
In La La Land there’s no space for tears
in case it triggers someone’s fears.
In la La Land don’t dare cry
and don’t dig deeper or question why.
In La Land there is no toil
just scatter the seeds on the top soil.
No need for water to wash our hands
as we’re too clean here to understand.
Dirt is needed to grow something big,
courage is a beautiful bloom for which we must dig.
Think positive they scream if you show your fears,
if you’re brought to your knees and shed your tears.
Never contemplating, blind to see that our knees offer support when the pain’s too much
and all we need is a human touch.
A smile, a hug, a reassurance we’ll get through,
that we can make it in this crazy zoo.
That though we’re weak we’ll rise again like the sun in the sky and the tides keep flowing.
Never pondering that from this pain we’re growing.
That positivity is knowing you can survive another day,
and being honest about what your heart needs to say.
That not topping yourself is the ultimate goal
when your legs are as weak as a new born foal.
So my friends there’s something I hope I’ve helped you understand
I don’t want to live in fucking La La Land.

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