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Electro Convulsive Therapy


Raped of all freedoms, basic democratic rights
Restraints ever tighten casting underdog to fight
Sharp scratch of needle pierces State sectioned vein
I submerge to a world of the psychiatrists drain


Adult my dummy preventing tongues loss to bite
Held within induced seizures epileptic in might
I welcome the darkness, one silent scream
Memory the victim midst non-consenting scene


Consciousness awakens clouded mind to dull mist
Punch drunk I sit to chemical onslaughts new fist
Medicated features exaggerates hollowing face
Expressionless my return, a salivating disgrace


Emptied companions stare at floors, piped TV
We sit, we quietly stare at the nothing now to see
Surrendered manic thoughts, depression held at bay
Psychiatry cures tomorrow by destroying my today


This legalised torture, "Electro Convulsive Therapy"
A disproved mental abattoir of Victorian barbarity
Why erase future names from the timeline of mankind
Whilst celebrating all achieved by past great bipolar minds

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My Northerly Womb


Gritted pavements chew neath worn sodden soles 
Dissipating cardboard inlaid repairs 
Gravel chews at my thrice darned old socks 
Absorbing trudged blisters weeping despair 
This old northerly town of sepia and grey 
Drains unborn hope from lowered blank eyes 
As winter chills with her misted damp breath 
Cobbled streets lay neath smog’s opaque disguise 

Worn cobbles pierce thinly veiled tarmac refurb’ 
Painting generations of Lowry bald souls 
The hoop and the football once soul of the streets 
Replaced by generations that queue for their dole 
Chiselled grey faces reminisce past Jarrow march 
Regional poverty plants roots in the north 
Black and white photos of stretched terraced slums 
Slip through time and with modern streets morph 

Factories boarded, silhouettes stripped of their roofs 
Deliberate was felt this themed disrepair
Shadows of hope eroded within misted times grey 
Monotony a communities subconscious despair 
Yet this is my home, still my dirty old town
Whining milk carts, belched thick diesel fumes 
The scented soot coughed from open slack fires 
Cradles and frames this, my northerly womb

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Alone I Cry


Tears... emboss old memories
Reminiscence, floods troubled mind
My eyes... slow leak as floodgates
Fighting nightly tides, that rise to blind
My sorrow drowns an aching throat
The uncontrolled dance of trembling chin
Stinging blur forces eyes tight closed
Salted lash swells tequila rim
And in that moment
Of surrender
Alone... I cry

Alone... midst dancing shadows
Cast by firelight and drifting mind
Fireside cheek... bathes in embers warmth
Whilst outer face no comfort finds
Polar mumblings, the unheard suffering
Self-inflicted, my addictions rain
Souls shingled beach, no stone I leave unturned
I search for comfort, seeking not to blame
And in this moment
Of isolation
Alone... I cry

For a life... raped of colour
That lies opaque Neath shades of grey
To beg for peace of mind... amidst sad sands of time
Where colours Godly, paints final day
I have never wished for my many years
Yet still I fight to suffer more
For the loved ones that I would leave behind
Should I walk through final door
So in this moment
Offer comfort
As I cry


Help soothe this mind
Of bipolar kind
Please God, just try

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Finally, I Apologise


Those old colours warm, memories so soft
Now ghosted opaque tangled display
Images that filled memorable searched thought
Now quickened footsteps that fast fade away
An unforgotten touch, soft the whispering voice
That soothed this dark and troubled mind
I buried beneath such hurtful words,
Words often spat midst troubled times

Now as lifetime I review, such is pitiful déjà vu,
The re-occurrence of self-destructive mistakes
The rape of a soul shedding tears beyond count
Absorbed to crown my growing wake
Dominant views that so painfully drained
The life, the hope, the love of another
Abandoned minds left scattered so far behind
too many I have left the broken ex-lover

Amidst hurtful chaos, actions meaningless a plenty
Without thought I gave and so readily supplied
This was our time and for this and much more
In self-imposed isolation, alone, I choose to cry
I took without thought, consequence seemed naught
Addicted to shaded bipolar skies
But with passing of years and the flood of caused tears
Finally … I apologise

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Fragile Mind


Tortured souls echo midst shadowed loneliness
Traveling the arteries of depressions hell
Ever increasing self-torment ripples
Whilst suicidal thought forms emotional swell
Where all but lost screaming companions
Personalise this vortex, this dull pain
Darkness becomes a black sunshine
Tears form, the only rain


Loneliness suspends fragile of state of mind
Whilst choking pleas becoming a little too much
Fingers arthritic claw for gloved hand of hope
Despairingly naked, searching velvet touch
This place knows no horizon
No beginning nor is there an end
Sat within such self-piteous addiction
Tortured reflection becomes tortured friend

The darkness that envelopes this vacuum
Has hope stumble forever groping lost
No penetrating warmth of summer's eve
Nor extremes of winter's frost
Shadows that stalk this mental wasteland
The vulnerable they will always find
Steeping a lost soul within such depression
Forever haunting man’s fragile mind

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Depression Weighs Heavy


Depression weighs heavy upon the posture of hope
Scarring demeanor carving arthritic oak
Agonised limbs decorate skies without bird
Emptiness the whisper that sings without word


Unfertile the thoughts sewn Neath a barren minds clay
Home grown the emptiness to harvest each day
No seasons differentiate the spring, summer, fall
Only winters bleak flourish within self-pity's wall


Depression weighs heavy upon the posture of hope
Outstretched the plead, arthritic the choke

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State Sanctioned Care


“And they called it - Puppy Love”
He sang barefoot upon radiator piping hot
A naked child with pubescent cock in hand
An initiation danced upon burning spot
Eyes screwed tight midst his cruellest night
His face stained beneath desperate tears
We laughed out aloud listening to initiation song
Our compassion died midst those early years 

With the back of hand replacing mothers love
Tears became the victim to lessons learned
We danced to the whims of sadistic regime
Only strong did survive, weakest burned
Any favour shown would demand such high price
With anal bleeding more common that colds
Character building were all beatings given
As were the suicides of sobbing 13-year-old's 

The comforting arms with soft female voice
Whispering words that I would so desperately clutch
Groomed early years within pillow of soft breast
Whilst satisfying carers insatiable crotch
I survived stunted growth in spite of such years
Disguising damage that I knew went beyond repair
A legacy that taints all that I have loved and destroyed
A 1970’s state sanctioned system of care

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Sadness Wins Again


Today
I walk old images
That lie abandoned
On tumbleweed mind
Through opaque window
Clouds mist those yesterday's
Yet neath scattered dust
Still there I find
The moments that once filled this life
That had me manic in the rain
Promised love, a child a wife
Old waters flow, no final drain
déjà vu sunset last
Warming memories
Best left far behind


Reminiscent
Tears diamante run
From neon city skies
Against windowpane
The city streets
Autumn's tortured reach
Taps at window
Such rhythmic pain
Your memories medications fight
My reality, old bleeding wound
This one way path leading to your face
Destroys last sanctuary of chemical womb
On nights such as this
I break whilst I reminisce
As sadness wins again


I'm just not strong enough
To both lose your love
And court loneliness, without a friend