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An epic poem I wrote while I was realllly psychotic!

Geoff-Allen

Resident megalomaniac
My Favourite Psychosis

My life is a mesmerising collection of textures
And sub-textures
Time distorts all of my biological structures
Thoughts float silently through my consciousness
Like butterflies on a warm summer breeze
I watch them
And call out to them
But they take no notice
They all have flowers to visit
I sit back and watch all this neural activity
I could quite happily do this for an eternity
Eternity is really a single miraculous instant
It dwells in all regions but leaves no imprint
People say their voices and their lives are real
I wonder on what level they can understand or feel
I may be insane but I don't really mind
In touch with infinity and the souls of the blind
I am the gradual improvement of blameless circumstances
I find myself asking questions which have no answers
My psychiatrist believes that I'm Jesus Christ
He has told me so once or twice
My doctor walked into the room
And said build me, build me a paradise
My doctor walked away from the gloom
Saying show me, show me your paradise
I was chosen by name
I generated my data
I stopped in mid-stride
To become a martyr
I guide with a smile
Towards the turnstile
I grow younger and less confused each day
I send children out to play and to pray
I have gifts for the blind and for the meek
There are many words I intend not to speak
I live in twelve separate realities at once
This sometimes makes me seem like a dunce
My picture of reality evolves from one moment to the next
This can leave those around me bemused and perplexed
I cling to no particular view or perspective
I would rather spend time being reflective
Or a remote controlled robot detective
I am everybody and nobody at the same time
I float down the tunnel towards my own lifetime
I am the twelve apostles seated around a table
I speak my truth each moment as well as I am able
I have completely dismantled my own consciousness
My mind is as cold and as calm as the surface of Loch Ness
Being psychotic may be Heaven or it may be Hell
There is no way in advance you can ever tell
Psychosis has given me a tiny peek inside the mind of God
This is why my behaviour on occasions may seem a trifle odd
Do not worry - it is really not so terribly bizarre
Inside my head is all the light of an exploding star
I create each of the circumstances which I am experiencing
This may sound strange but you all do the very same thing
I praise the ghosts of all my former and future selves
I find enchantment behind the boxes on the shelves
This poem is one attempt to describe the indescribable
The same problem confronted the authors of the Bible
Along the inner landscapes of my heart and soul
I seek the light that can make my world whole
People said strange things towards me
While they investigated my life
Their words used to cut more deeply than a knife
I hear all the insects as they conspire against me
As they have done for countless centuries
My thoughts have been embezzled by subatomic aliens
When they speak they sound just like Australians
People put rocks in my head
To watch them rattle
I walk down the road
To talk with the cattle
I am a three dimensional being
With new ways of seeing
I have become my own best enemy
I see the world unfold in front of me
I am structured as if by chaos and pure chance
Inside my brain the electrons dance in their trance
My thoughts evolve in non-linear fashion
Living in wonder is my singular passion
My life is a game of unconnected dots
Pebbles and candles scattered amongst the rocks
My mind is a swirling, random chaotic mess
Strangely this rarely causes me undue stress
I sold my soul to the angels above
They help it to soar inside a white dove
I believe that the glorious nightmares of existence
Are best experienced with minimal resistance
In the darkness I hear voices
The distant echoes of long-forgotten choices
I sit and wait patiently for a moment of inspiration
Trusting each thought to find its own destination
I am the lion that rests with the frightened lamb
You only see a three dimensional image of who I really am
My life is a self-replicating event
Growing smoothly from unstructured cosmic intent
Each day is a magical mystery tour
A smile from a stranger is often the cure
With the passage of time my opinions become fewer
Most of the ordinary diversions have lost their lure
My universe has become one giant coloured fractal
The internal and external merge in the eternal
I am an individual member of a vast collective soul
I often wonder why I chose such an unusual current role
Being psychotic can mean creating ecstasy out of thin air
An ability which at this juncture is unfortunately rare
I am the scattered remnants of a lost and lonely world
I touch the sky
But often lie
On the ground
Tightly curled
I journey to horizons you may scarcely even imagine
Along the way
I pause to pray
And refuel my engine
Psychosis is a thoroughly misunderstood phenomenon
Its true dimensions can only be measured in song
Psychosis has taught me that reality is elastic
That no person or situation is ever truly static
That surface appearances are never ever the full story
That the purest soul has thoughts which may seem gory
That the air is something which connects us all
That there is nothing to ignore no matter how small
At this point in history confusion and debate seem to rule
To suggest all these things I may be a fool
That's okay. No, really, that's cool
Just wait till the film gets to the next spool
Psychosis may seem a curious route to euphoria and nirvana
I find it as easy and natural as peeling a banana
Psychosis is a rip in the space-time continuum
A riddle and a paradox wrapped up in a conundrum
I no longer belong to what you call reality
My soul wanders far beyond eternity
It often visits me for a holiday
Despite my best wishes it just cannot stay
I found God through psychosis
This may sound strange but if you focus
There are infinitely many paths to the divine
Yours may be somewhat different from mine
I flow through time and space
Watching the lines appear on my face
My eyes have stolen light from the stars
I walk along the road and dodge all the cars
People walk around in gloom
Never entering the golden room
I seek the undiluted ecstasy of madness
In a world plagued by every conceivable sadness
Normality has become a barren and plastic landscape
Many souls naturally create their own individual escape
I stroll around in my long fluffy socks
Keeping all my memories in a little yellow box
Sleeping with my pockets full of tiny rocks
I'm starting to enjoy living inside this paradox
By tomorrow afternoon this reality will no longer exist
We will return to our original state of unrestrained bliss
If you have any lingering doubts which persist
Imagine crushing them inside the fingers of your own fist
I bark like a dog and howl at the moon
I eat my sandwiches with a wooden spoon
I roll and I crawl towards understanding
I am prepared for just one more soft landing
Half an onion in a sesame seed bun
My work down here is almost done
There are many more verses on their way
But you won't be reading any of them today
 

Brickjectivity

Turned to Stone. Now I stretch daily.
Staff member
Premium Member
My Favourite Psychosis

My life is a mesmerising collection of textures
And sub-textures
Time distorts all of my biological structures
Thoughts float silently through my consciousness
Like butterflies on a warm summer breeze
I watch them
And call out to them
But they take no notice
They all have flowers to visit
I sit back and watch all this neural activity
I could quite happily do this for an eternity
Eternity is really a single miraculous instant
It dwells in all regions but leaves no imprint
People say their voices and their lives are real
I wonder on what level they can understand or feel
I may be insane but I don't really mind
In touch with infinity and the souls of the blind
I am the gradual improvement of blameless circumstances
I find myself asking questions which have no answers
My psychiatrist believes that I'm Jesus Christ
He has told me so once or twice
My doctor walked into the room
And said build me, build me a paradise
My doctor walked away from the gloom
Saying show me, show me your paradise
I was chosen by name
I generated my data
I stopped in mid-stride
To become a martyr
I guide with a smile
Towards the turnstile
I grow younger and less confused each day
I send children out to play and to pray
I have gifts for the blind and for the meek
There are many words I intend not to speak
I live in twelve separate realities at once
This sometimes makes me seem like a dunce
My picture of reality evolves from one moment to the next
This can leave those around me bemused and perplexed
I cling to no particular view or perspective
I would rather spend time being reflective
Or a remote controlled robot detective
I am everybody and nobody at the same time
I float down the tunnel towards my own lifetime
I am the twelve apostles seated around a table
I speak my truth each moment as well as I am able
I have completely dismantled my own consciousness
My mind is as cold and as calm as the surface of Loch Ness
Being psychotic may be Heaven or it may be Hell
There is no way in advance you can ever tell
Psychosis has given me a tiny peek inside the mind of God
This is why my behaviour on occasions may seem a trifle odd
Do not worry - it is really not so terribly bizarre
Inside my head is all the light of an exploding star
I create each of the circumstances which I am experiencing
This may sound strange but you all do the very same thing
I praise the ghosts of all my former and future selves
I find enchantment behind the boxes on the shelves
This poem is one attempt to describe the indescribable
The same problem confronted the authors of the Bible
Along the inner landscapes of my heart and soul
I seek the light that can make my world whole
People said strange things towards me
While they investigated my life
Their words used to cut more deeply than a knife
I hear all the insects as they conspire against me
As they have done for countless centuries
My thoughts have been embezzled by subatomic aliens
When they speak they sound just like Australians
People put rocks in my head
To watch them rattle
I walk down the road
To talk with the cattle
I am a three dimensional being
With new ways of seeing
I have become my own best enemy
I see the world unfold in front of me
I am structured as if by chaos and pure chance
Inside my brain the electrons dance in their trance
My thoughts evolve in non-linear fashion
Living in wonder is my singular passion
My life is a game of unconnected dots
Pebbles and candles scattered amongst the rocks
My mind is a swirling, random chaotic mess
Strangely this rarely causes me undue stress
I sold my soul to the angels above
They help it to soar inside a white dove
I believe that the glorious nightmares of existence
Are best experienced with minimal resistance
In the darkness I hear voices
The distant echoes of long-forgotten choices
I sit and wait patiently for a moment of inspiration
Trusting each thought to find its own destination
I am the lion that rests with the frightened lamb
You only see a three dimensional image of who I really am
My life is a self-replicating event
Growing smoothly from unstructured cosmic intent
Each day is a magical mystery tour
A smile from a stranger is often the cure
With the passage of time my opinions become fewer
Most of the ordinary diversions have lost their lure
My universe has become one giant coloured fractal
The internal and external merge in the eternal
I am an individual member of a vast collective soul
I often wonder why I chose such an unusual current role
Being psychotic can mean creating ecstasy out of thin air
An ability which at this juncture is unfortunately rare
I am the scattered remnants of a lost and lonely world
I touch the sky
But often lie
On the ground
Tightly curled
I journey to horizons you may scarcely even imagine
Along the way
I pause to pray
And refuel my engine
Psychosis is a thoroughly misunderstood phenomenon
Its true dimensions can only be measured in song
Psychosis has taught me that reality is elastic
That no person or situation is ever truly static
That surface appearances are never ever the full story
That the purest soul has thoughts which may seem gory
That the air is something which connects us all
That there is nothing to ignore no matter how small
At this point in history confusion and debate seem to rule
To suggest all these things I may be a fool
That's okay. No, really, that's cool
Just wait till the film gets to the next spool
Psychosis may seem a curious route to euphoria and nirvana
I find it as easy and natural as peeling a banana
Psychosis is a rip in the space-time continuum
A riddle and a paradox wrapped up in a conundrum
I no longer belong to what you call reality
My soul wanders far beyond eternity
It often visits me for a holiday
Despite my best wishes it just cannot stay
I found God through psychosis
This may sound strange but if you focus
There are infinitely many paths to the divine
Yours may be somewhat different from mine
I flow through time and space
Watching the lines appear on my face
My eyes have stolen light from the stars
I walk along the road and dodge all the cars
People walk around in gloom
Never entering the golden room
I seek the undiluted ecstasy of madness
In a world plagued by every conceivable sadness
Normality has become a barren and plastic landscape
Many souls naturally create their own individual escape
I stroll around in my long fluffy socks
Keeping all my memories in a little yellow box
Sleeping with my pockets full of tiny rocks
I'm starting to enjoy living inside this paradox
By tomorrow afternoon this reality will no longer exist
We will return to our original state of unrestrained bliss
If you have any lingering doubts which persist
Imagine crushing them inside the fingers of your own fist
I bark like a dog and howl at the moon
I eat my sandwiches with a wooden spoon
I roll and I crawl towards understanding
I am prepared for just one more soft landing
Half an onion in a sesame seed bun
My work down here is almost done
There are many more verses on their way
But you won't be reading any of them today
You're always such a polite and positive poster.

I like this bit particularly:
I am the lion that rests with the frightened lamb
You only see a three dimensional image of who I really am
 
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