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From June to September
I cannot remember
A damn thing that I did
What took me over
Was a monster called Bipolar
Which escaped from the shadows where it hid
And to add to this schism
I was fighting alcoholism
A Demon that dwelled within
It took me over whole
Mind, body, and soul
And drove me to deceit and sin
Me, my Monster, and I
Turned me into a Jekyll and Hyde
Full of fear and doubt
Anxiety and panic
When I was manic
I would lose time and black out
While Hyde was mania, Jekyll was depression
With him I would lose all emotion and expression
I would escape into regret of the past in my mind
Nothing mattered to me
I would exist in apathy
Every second of living became a tortuous long time
The Demon would attack and consume me
And when I drank he would assume me
I would become his slave
His bidding I would do
No kidding, if it was you
You’d understand you either quit or it’s the grave
I only remember up to the middle of May
I don’t even remember that year my own birthday
For the Demon I was in inpatient therapy
But they fiddled with messed up my meds
And the Monster came out of hiding and took over my head
And the Demon and Monster had a field day with me
I am become the Zombie again
It’s where I began to begin the end
It gives me a headache, a real head-banger
It totally consumes me
It completely assumes me
I am become the Doppelganger
If you were looking, you were not seeing
A fully functioning human being
I was just a shell at the time
Not coherent in thought
The Monster and Demon fought
To take over my body and mind.
I was completely, totally broken
No magic words or spell to be spoken
My mind and body were in the deep six
The sickness went deep down to my soul
It raged in my head like an angry troll
There was no fast remedy or quick fix
I was falling down the rabbit hole of my psyche
I was convinced there was no one else like me
I was hallucinating
I was as manic as a Mad Hatter
And the Monster grew fatter
If it wasn’t so sad it would be fascinating
I’ve written this poem for those living with the stigma
Of living with the Demon or Monster enigma
And to let you know that you are not alone
So don’t think you’re insane
When the Demon or Monster take over your brain
There is always hope you can find your way home
Alcoholics like the anonymity under AA
But I guess I’ve blown my cover anyway
I just relied mostly on my will power
Some meds therapy as well
Recovery was my own little hell
Minute by minute, hour by hour
Day by day I keep the Demon and Monster at bay
The Demon’s in chains, the Monster in his cage
It’s about as free as free can get
I take pen in hand and write this poem
For myself all others like me who know them
And I drink my coffee and smoke my cigarette…
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The following words are of wisdom in prose
I tried to be careful in what words I chose
They are my own interpretations
With some small poetic alterations
When you look upon another human being
Don’t be fooled by what you are seeing
Don’t judge them by their outer skin
Rather, see them from what they are within
Love must always be a two way street
And somewhere in the middle the two must meet
It’s not just about the gift you got from above
It’s also about giving a good share of your love
Laugh like you’ve never laughed before
Dance like your feet have left the floor
Love like you’ve found your soul mate and best friend
And live like your life will never end
Don’t live in the past, it’s over and done
Don’t live in the future, it hasn’t begun
Live in the present one day at a time
Give thanks even though you may have had a hard climb
Treat nature with a gentle touch
Give back to her and don’t take so much
She has sustained life for millions of years
And if we’re not careful, it will all disappear
The ultimate gift from Heaven above
Is to be able to find somebody to love
It’s the greatest lesson you will ever learn
And to have someone love you in return
There is a thin line between love and hate
An even thinner line between destiny and fate
Love can be destiny’s soul and breath
Hate is a fate worse than death
You should always be true to yourself
As well as being true to everyone else
Greet people like you would like to be greeted
Treat people like you would like to be treated
Have love for your fellow human being
Don’t worry about what others are thinking
You should just be yourself always
And never assume a false face
Always be a contender
And never be a pretender
Get into the ring of life and fight
For what you believe to be right
Always be a dreamer
And never be a schemer
Your dreams will take you far and wide
Your schemes will bite you in the behind
You can make the possible come true
And that will effect the probable too
You can be whatever you want to be
And make others see what you want them to see
Don’t misuse any powers you may gain
And never cause anyone any grief or pain
Remember on this earth you’re just a guest
So always give thanks for that which you’re blessed
In this life we worry about every little thing
Try not to worry about what tomorrow may bring
Especially if there’s nothing you can do about it
You’ll worry yourself to death, you can live without it
Be open to all possibilities
Be aware of all probabilities
Try new things with others or alone
Try to get out of your comfort zone
Everything is possible
But not everything is probable
There’s a big difference between the two
And that difference between them is you
Realize that life does not go on and on
One minute you’re here, the next minute you’re gone
Try to make a difference in all that you do
So that people will remember you
If you knew then what you know now
Would you live your life different somehow?
Would you make the same mistakes you made then
If you had your life to live over again?
Sometimes think about the past and yourself
Was it you back then or somebody else
Cause I often think some people are two people in one
And I wonder which one did the things that they’ve done
Try to be a child again
Run and play with imaginary friends
Take out your toys and play and make a mess
Live life without worries, concerns or stress
Well, that’s all I have to share with you for now
I thought there was more somehow
If I think of more wisdom, I’ll write it down and
Share it with you, my friends in Poetry Soup land
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Fallen flakes of pure white snow,
Laid to rest on sculpted stone.
Keeping their vigil; a silent duty,
A scene of strangely eerie beauty.
Bowing old trees heavy laden,
From the white touch of the Winter Maiden.
For she has made up a cold white bed,
Weaving a blanket to warm the dead.
If those passed on could rise and see,
They would truly rest in peace.
For they would know the quiet grace,
Which she has come to make this place.
Naught but names etched on stone,
Remembered, forgotten, unknown.
And Lady Winter weaves her lace,
And decorates with white on grey.
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Two blessed creating one,
Conceived and nourished in love.
A healthy daughter or son,
A miracle from God above.
The most precious gift of all,
Is the gift of a child,
To a longing, loving couple,
Awaiting that sweet little smile.
To know such amazing joy,
When you feel your baby kick and move.
A hidden treasure; a little girl or boy,
Growing strong in their Mother's womb.
To understand such amazing grace,
When your baby finally arrives.
To gaze for the first time upon your child's face
With absolute joy and pride.
A chance to live your life again,
Through the innocent eyes of a child.
To be carefree without a sin,
Ready to forgive and easily beguiled.
To see and talk with the angels once more.
To play and to make believe.
To find fun and happiness behind every door.
To wait up for Santa on Christmas Eve.
To be looked upon with trusting eyes,
And to know there is nothing greater,
Than to protect, provide, teach and guide,
As a loving Mother and Father.
As time goes by and your baby grows,
With fond memories sweet and mild.
You will come to know what Heaven knows,
There is nothing more precious than the gift of a child.
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The Voice of reason
The Voice on the phone
The Voice of the radio
Voice of the Movies
Voice of the television
The Voice of the news
The Voice of the fad
Voice of the worshiped hero
Voice of the people
Voice of civil rights
The voice of everyone’s rights
Voice of who matters
Voice of funnery
Voice of a sense of humor
Voice of, “I but jest”
Voice repetitive
Voice of here it comes again
Voice redundancy
Voice majority
The Voice of the patriot
The Voice of the vote
The Voice radical
Voice of take, take, take
Voice of never give
Voice of righteousness
Voice of the conservative
The voice of wisdom
The Voice of silence
The voice of Shhh, be quiet
The voice of numbness
Voice of the war hawk
Voice of safety and defense
The Voice republic
Voice democratic
The Voice of communism
Voice of monarchy
Voice politician
The voice of the dictator
Voice of ambition
Voice of the moron
Voice of “Stupid is with me”
The voice of the stooge
The Voice of money
The Voice of greed and of want
The voice of success
Voice minority
The Voice of the liberal
Voice of dissension
Voice of the victim
The voice who cried prejudice
The voice who cried wolf
The Voice of P.C.
The Voice of insanity
The Voice of chaos
Voice accusation
Voice to complain and to blame
Voice to sue and steal
Voice of addiction
Voice of alternate life-style
Voice anything goes
Voice of religion
Voice of religious zealot
Voice of ignorance
The Voice of I hate
The Voice of intolerance
The Voice of murder
The Voice of madness
The Voice of stupidity
Voice of the coward
The Voice in one’s head
The Voice of dreams and nightmares
The Voice in the night
The Voice of the past
The voice of our ancestors
Voice of the ancients
The voice of today
The voice of now is the time
The voice of challenge
Voice of want it now
Voice of self-righteous envy
Voice of impatience
Voice of the future
The Voice of innovation
Voice technology
The Voice of wisdom
The Voice of our fore-fathers
Voice of common sense
Voice of the boaster
Voice of the rude and the proud
Voice of ‘me’ and ‘I’
Voice of the peace dove
The Voice of live and let live
Voice of chance and hope
The Voice of I love
Voice of truth and forgiveness
The Voice of kindness
The Voice of children
The Voice of simplicity
The Voice innocent
The Voice of justice
Voice of care and tolerance
Voice of temperance
The Voice of freedom
Voice of the free/enslaved world
The Voice of the Earth
The Voice of angels
The Voice of the sub-conscience
The Voice of singing
The Voice of what’s right
The Voice of morality
The Voice of honor
The Voice of what’s wrong
The Voice of rules and orders
The Voice of advice
Voice of deception
The Voice of Adam and Eve
The Voice mistaken
The Voice of daemons
The Voice of Kane and Able
Voice of destruction
The Voice of nature
The Voice of the animals
The Voice of the sky
Voice of time and space
The Voice of the universe
Voice of everything
The Voice atheist
The Voice of the agnostic
The Voice pragmatic
The Voice of the gods
The Voice of witch and wizard
Voice of the prophet
The Voice never heard
The Voice remaining unvoiced
The Voice of the Voice
The Voice to rejoice
The Voice of eternity
The Voice of Heaven
The Voice amorphous
The Voice of indifference
Voice erroneous
The voice of regret
The voice of things never done
The voice of should of
The voice of comfort
The voice of firm assurance
The voice of you can
The Voice of promise
Voice of prayer and salvation
Voice of holy books
Voice of the spirit
The Voice of the mind and heart
The Voice of the soul
The Voice that you hear
The Voice that you listen to
The Voice you follow
The Voice of evil?
The Voice of worldly mankind?
Or, The Voice of God…?
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One Halloween I dressed up as a clown
At dressing up I was renown
I went around town
With a very big frown
But the candy turned my frown upside down
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Grey skies make me smile
Autumn's chill embraces me
Winter's on the way
Now I feel alive
Heat and humidity gone
Summer's oppression
Trees disrobe for sleep
Pray, winter bring your snow
To blanket the earth
White ice lit darkness
Slight crunch of snow under foot
Quiet falling flakes
Swirling wind echos
Calling souls to festival
Join in blissful dance
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Sometimes I think I should just run and hide
And become somebody else
Leave all of my troubles and worries behind
But you can’t run and hide from yourself
Sometimes I think I hear voices in my head
And see things that aren’t really there
I try to relate what I see and what they said
But nobody I tell seems to care
Sometimes I think my poems go on and on
Because I just can’t turn my brain off
It’s like musicians that play too long
To them I bow and my hat I doff
Sometimes I think about the world
And wonder how long it will last
How long before our minds come unfurled
And we repeat the mistakes of the past
Sometimes I wonder if I could write
Every day about all of this stuff
And I would write every night
When would I say enough is enough!
Sometimes I wonder what I should write about
Should I just babble or write something profound?
My mind can unravel without a doubt
I write about the toys in the attic I found
Sometimes I think about my old addiction
And how it caused so much misery
They say it’s caused by an affliction
Anyway, it destroyed the inner me
Sometimes I wonder if I would dance
To life’s unpredictable tune
Then my life would be left up to fate and chance
Dancing in the light of the stars and the moon
Sometimes I wonder why I write poetry
The answer is simple I guess
It’s really a form of therapy
That helps me make sense of this mess
Sometimes I think about our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ, who died for our sins on the cross
I ask for a miracle and pray for a favor
I say my prayers to guide my soul because I feel lost
Sometimes I think That I should be repentant
To God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost
For sins committed past and present
It’s judgement day that I fear the most
Sometimes I wonder if I should pray
For a miracle for myself
Then I remember what Christian Preachers say
Don’t pray for yourself, pray for someone else
Sometimes I wonder why my mind is such a mess
Call me Teddy the Bipolar Bear
I’m a two-way rider on the Bipolar Express
Riding up and down and going nowhere
Sometimes I think I’ve gone a bit mad
And you may well think it so
Over the Coo Coo’s nest a tad
Somehow, I don’t care, or don’t know
Sometimes I think when I try to sleep
Thoughts keep me up racing through my head
Some of them shallow and some of them deep
And some are just crazy instead
Sometimes I wonder why I can’t sleep
My mind keeps me turning around and around
Thinking thoughts that are way too deep
A movie projector that won’t shut down
Sometimes I wonder what do dreams mean?
Movies in our subconscious mind
Are there really meanings to gleam?
Are there predictions there to find?
Sometimes I wonder about the unknown
And the ancient times of history
It’s and obsession and I am prone
To dwell upon ancient mystery
Sometimes I think about my mortality
And I wonder why we are here
Eventually we become a fatality
It’s immortality that I fear
Sometimes I can feel it coming near
Something disturbing the atmosphere
Something that causes unnerving fear
Something I dare say is already here
Sometimes I wonder about my prose
Is It from a disturbed mind or babbler
Or is it more from someone who knows
The Tales of a Tea-Time Traveler…?
Sometimes I think about Douglas Adams
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy dudes
Cause ya really gotta know where your towel is
To be one of the hoopiest froods
I know this prose makes no sense at all
But I’m writing it anyway
For you, the reader may take the fall
Into the madness I portray
I tell you I’m not psychopathic
Regardless of what you may think
True madness is psycho-fantastic
This poem is quite out of sync
I know this poem is disjointed
The stream of consciousness bent
But I’m not holy or anointed
You don’t have to go where I went
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There once was a house down the lane
With tattered shutters and broken window panes
They said it was haunted
But I was undaunted
I went in normal and came out insane
And old man came to answer the door
He said, "If you want to come in, are you sure?"
The man was a ghost
He said, "I'm your host"
"Welcome my friend to House Nevermore"
The house was old and a bit ruff
And I thought that I'd had enough
But the dead were doing a dance
And I thought that perchance
I'd get out there and show them my stuff
I started off dancing a two step
And wound up dancing with the mummy Amenhotep
He went on with a cough
And his arms and legs kept falling off
So I danced a dance that was more hep
I saw a beautiful woman across the floor
And I wanted to get to know her more
We danced all the night
It was love at first bite
We drank blood and danced till half past four
She said she had to have a lye in
And went downstairs to sleep in her coffin
The guests started to shout
As I made my way out
I came back for Vampira and often
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My fondest wish this Christmas
Is for all who read this poem
To believe in Santa Clause again
And truly get to know him.
He’s not just a childhood dream
He’s a feeling in your heart
A show of love for all mankind
Of which we play a part
So be a child once again
And in Santa Clause believe
Give the gift of love my friend
And that gift you will receive
The true meaning of Christmas
Is not in gifts we receive or give
It’s in how we treat one another
Each day we’re blessed to live
The real lesson of Christmas
Is one we all should learn
Treat others with kindness and acceptance
And you’ll get what you give in return
Christmas is a magical time
To spread some holiday cheer
But we should keep that spirit in our heart
Each and every day of the year
Family and Friends are like Christmas ornaments
Hanging on your Christmas tree of life
They decorate your best of days
And shine light on your darkest days of strife
The spirit of Christmas past
Keep alive in your hearts and minds
Remember loved ones no longer with us
Precious good memories there to find
The spirit of Christmas present
Is not in the presents that you buy
The price of the gift is love
A cost that is never too high
The spirit of Christmas future
Is not a foreboding shade
It’s spending time with family and friends
More good memories to be made
The fruit of the spirit of Christmas
Is to give each other a chance
To move to the beat of their own drum
And in the world together join the dance
Remember that Jesus is the real reason
That we have Christmas from the start
He is why we celebrate the season
So always keep Jesus in your heart
My wish for you this Christmas
Is peace, joy, good health and love
And remember family and friends
Are gifts received from God above
So in the spirit of the season
And spreading holiday cheer
Merry Christmas to my family and friends
And a very Happy New Year
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