Poetry is my therapy

I sit on the beach on a dazzling balmy evening, With clear ripples on the pond before us. As a fierce breeze announces its arrival, The seahorses are racing. As Satan draws his sabre, The God of Thunder roars in anger. The sky lights with such menace And strikes as I spectate in fear and wonder.  Darkness descends us as the drums cry in pity. As Satan’s tummy rumbles and cymbals clatter, God has the last word And the laws of nature take over.

 Life's a roller coaster right now am on the biggest up I've been on I've been on it for 6 months now yes I've had some really big downs in my life but here I am and must say I've wanted to get off the ride when it was very dark but I didn't and now I am in the light I am not going back

I want to be a bird and fly way up in the clouds. You'll see me darting here and there, singing out loud for the love of another. What a simple life it would be. I'm free, free, free; no worry, no stress small and dainty with a red breast. I'm not your project or stuffed model. I'm wild, I'm mother nature's creation, the red arrow in the sky looking down on you small, pathetic people surrounding yourselves with possessions. Just me in the sky, flying high, flying free as a bird can be.

On the number 13 bus we go unlucky for some, I hear you say. There's a young woman on the bus facing me in her wheelchair. Her head nods side to side with a sparkle in her eyes and a smile of joy in her own little disco world. Every now and then she screams out in fun! She's having the time of her life as her carer stands by her side. I look around at the faceless plastic dolls on their phones in their own virtual reality. As I peer out the window of the dark world outside, in my fluorescent-lit bubble, the carer and the young woman are holding hands. No words are said as time stands still for a moment of human love, caring and pure joy. The moral of this is every moment is precious in time. So let yourself go with such joy.

The pills, the pills, rattling in my head. I’m going to give up the meds  and do herbal instead. “Doctor, Doctor, I think I’m poorly” “You’d better come down at 2.30..” Prick, poke, blood test. “I’ll take your temperature and listen to your heart.” “Oh no, that’s not good, your heart’s racing like a Ferrari!” 999 ambulance, ambulance! Nee-nar, nee-nar, I’m down the hospital. Prick, poke, blood test. “Oh no, I’d better put a plaster on that.” Time for an ECG. “I know what’s wrong; here’s a happy pill to fix it.” Then I wake up, and the Nurse says, “I bet you’re grateful for the NHS!”

My Mum always said “You’ll never get anywhere in life with an attitude like that!” “You’re out of date,” I said. “I’ll prove you wrong, you’ll see...” But she was right all along. Now I find myself saying the same thing to my 13 year-old daughter And she says I’m old and out of date too! But I know I’m right. You’ll see....

Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down the hill So Jill rang for an ambulance. Super Paramedic to the rescue! Examine, examine, examine. Diagnosis, diagnosis, diagnosis. Ring for an Air Ambulance! Possible brain damage, broken back, Broken leg, broken pelvis, Collapsed lung... This is a life or death situation! Neck brace on, blood pressure taken, Heart monitor on, morphine injection, Onto the spinal board. One, two, three, off to the Trauma Centre. The hospital awaits like a well-oiled machine Where every cog takes its part. Nurses and doctors examine, examine, examine. Time is of the essence. Off for an MRI scan... “You’ve been very lucky sir, Just a broken leg.” Thank you NHS.

My memories fade and disappear one by one Down a spinning plug hole into the dark abyss Of lost memories once seen and said. File after file deleted in a whisper of wind, Blown away to infinity. Time to put the light out. Just a graveyard of memories Never to be read. Your hopes, dreams, your life ambitions Gone, gone, gone forever. No more. What is life for? Does life really have any meaning in a world with out god.

The Train Derails to Dementia God switches on the light of life; It begins to flicker As systems get ready. Memory bank to infinity. Seeds begin to sprout. The journey has begun on the subway. As we grow we pick up loved ones and friends Like lanterns that we will let go To be stored at the back of the library, Only to be re-read when we are older. The money tree branches out And we must pick a path On route to an unknown destination. We will pick up more people and acquaintances And these will hover around For us to stumble over and meet again. This will go on, station by station.  For some the tunnel will come to an end; For some it will lead to love, For some it will lead to riches, For some it will lead to a sad and lonely place And some will stay on the same ride, Never to step off. Every rollercoaster will have a bumpy ride And you may get off the ride as you please In search of a new adventure. There are so many infinite probabilities We cannot compu

I'm only human I've been to a dark and lonely place In a space suit that weighs me down Like a lead balloon On the moon A lifeless, forgotten, miserable, desolate place In cold space Just me, no human contact And fear of self annihilation . As I search for a way out of this nightmare I made myself I need to escape but I can't run from myself And I have no-one to run with. I radio out for help But no-one answers the call And if they do its not the answers I'm looking for. As I come against wall after walI I must climb, I shall never give up my right to life. As I hold out my hand to the light and life answers my call, I didn’t see before me with joy and love of life, a human place. A mad, crazy society of war, violence and sadness. Lonely land of the forgotten. I know I must return to that dark place many times again, But this time I just have to find the space rocket home. Many will face the same journey to find their rocket to reality So never

I open the windows and doors And yes summer is here. As I look out on nature's green carpet, The birds are singing their morning chorus. The bushes surround the garden With borders of rainbow colours. Worms are mining, The bees are flying from flower to flower, with their nectar And the butterflies are flirting as they flutter by. As I step out into nature's paradise, Adam and Eve’s garden is before me, The feel of lush green grass is underneath me,  I cut the grass the smells surround me. As I look up into the blue sky, Cotton-wool clouds float by. A red ladybird with black spots Lands next to me. And then a horsefly hovers next to me As time stands still In nature's beautiful, wonderful garden.

The Test Tube Society of Barbie and Ken Made in a laboratory In a baked bean factory Go round and round In the witches cauldron. Out pop the Bananas in Tracksuit Pyjamas Made by Armani. They are all driven around in pink and black limousines by Parker. A flip-flop world of the stiff upper-lipped All sail by in model private yachts In a tsunami of pirates As private jets fly by Made by Ali Baba’s magic carpet for the super rich. They all live in a magic lantern In a fantastic plastic magical sarcastic place Called Fantasia with sandcastles of cash Made by Flash Gordon. The Pied Piper rings Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck From the paparazzi who made this far-fetched story About the Star Trek generation Made in a baked bean factory.

War They will not stop and one day there'll be no one left, but after we've killed everyone one day life will start again, but we will not be here to see it. Maybe the ants will be next? Let's hope whatever it is, they will do a better job than us.

You pick up a stick and start to hit me, I pick up a cricket bat and I hit you back. A war has started. My gang throws bricks. Your crowd catapults rocks So by now a World War has started. This battle will never end, But by now there's no one left to launch the rocks; Just rubble, dust and the stick where men once stood. So the next time you pick up that stick Just stop and think what if And throw that stick away; Don't put the stick in a drawer And think I may need it one day; Throw that stick away And let's start life all over again.

Depression I’m just a number, A bumbler, A down-and-out; The lowest part of life. I’m not worthy. Mercy, mercy, Let me out of this dark hole I’m in. Don’t just stand there and throw stones at me and mock me. I’m not your lap dog, your slave. I’m not something you step in! Let me out of this coffin I built myself. I don’t want to commit suicide So let into the light And shall start my life again, But this time I will make it count; And will be that better person.

My fight against schizophrenia As I travel here today a voice whispers in my ear, "I am the devil, you will falter and fall. I shall blow you down like a feather because I am the storm." But as I stand here before you today I say to the devil "I am that storm. I shall not falter or fall, I do not fear you. I am the beast, the lion, the roar; you do not scare me. You can send fire and I shall send water to put you out. You send a man and i shall send an army to defeat you. You send a bullet and bombs and I shall send the biggest bullet and bombs you have ever seen. You throw a stone and I shall throw a rock to pound you. You bring darkness and I shall bring the light to blind you. I shall seek you out, you can hide in the darkest of crevices and when I find you I will sing you the sweetest of songs that will drown you. So Lucifer bring it on, mish-mash you're trash. Ring ring, end of round one. 1,2,3, you're out for the count. I am the terminator, t