A few dozen poems writen during my un-medicated daze

[Geoff-Allen]

Mania

My brain is charged with electric force
I feel as if I could walk though walls
I'm not mad and I'm not insane
I have lions and tigers in my brain

I live a thousand lifetimes every day
I see the world in every possible way
I feel connected to every living creature
Surprisingly my mind does not fracture


I walk on clouds of vibrant mist
My soul soars as if by an angel kissed
I soak up knowledge like a sponge
I catch an idea with an effortless lunge

Should I slow down or even stop
Will my internal resources drop
I don't know and I don't worry
I have no need to rush or hurry

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Depression

Black mood
Black day
Black life
Black world
Black thoughts
Black dreams
Black
Black
Black
I cannot hide from the blackness
It is inside me
I cannot run from the blackness
It will divide me
Down
Down
Down
In the black hole I drown
Drowning in my own blackness
No hope
No future
No light
No fight
No life
I drown

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Transcendental Medication

Fill me up with chemicals
So that I won't be mad anymore
Fill me up with chemicals
I will sleep on your wooden floor

Fill me up with chemicals
Make me placid and cooperative
Fill me up with chemicals
Is that really any way to live

Fill me up with chemicals
So I'll stop shouting at people
Fill me up with chemicals
I'll climb down from the steeple

Fill me up with chemicals
Stop me from calling the angels
Fill me up with chemicals
Silence the magical distant bells

Sedate me and cruxify me
I want you to lie to me
Strangle my mind
Help me unwind

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Therapy

People told me that my life was too strange
And there were many things I needed to change
People told me that my life was so very weird
And there were many things in this world to be feared

My doctor told me that my life was far too bizarre
He offered me some medicine which he placed in a jar
He told me my mind had become distorted and flawed
And that his advice was something not to be ignored

He told me to stop dreaming and just behave like the others
I told him the ants and the spiders were my brothers
He smiled towards me as if I was quite insane
I knew there was little point in trying to explain

His advice though well meaning was based on an error
I felt his mind was in the grip of some unspoken terror
I listened closely to all his delusional views
I thanked God Almighty I was not in his shoes

His mind was stable, predictable and inert
I wondered if his soul was beginning to hurt
I felt much compassion for his sorry plight
I wished I could grant him the gift of my sight

I wandered home and I started to weep
At all of the souls in this world half asleep
Why are some of us just going through the motions?
On this planet which is covered by seven great oceans

 

[Geoff-Allen]

The Asylum

There is a place where I can be free
It is the local psychiatric facility
Free to think my craziest thoughts
And talk to lunatics of various sorts

Free from the straitjacket of normality
Free from the absurd requirements of conformity
Free from those sad and desperate rational folk
Free to enjoy the ultimate joke

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Twentieth Century Man

Every time I look around
I don't even know if I'm mad
I don't even scream
And I don't even bleed
I walk around all day
With a totally shattered mind
I live my life
In more blindness than the blind
I belong in an asylum
I belong in a jungle
I live in a madhouse
I crawl through a daily nightmare
I blend in with the crowd
They're all crazy too
We need a messiah
Or possibly a few
We delude ourselves daily
We close our eyes to the pain
Keep yourself busy
Go for a walk in the rain
My life has been diluted and polluted
I have become psychotic and anti-biotic
I drown in your rivers
I swim in your pool
I climb every ladder
I laugh like a fool
I am a cork in the ocean
I wander round in slow motion
I am the confused and the misused
I talk in riddles and head for the middles
I am an artificial lifeform in an experimental world
My thoughts are like rocks through a window hurled
I drift randomly through the chaos around me
I'll take another pill as the demons surround me
I sleep in the ugly shadows of the city
I fly like a dragon through the night so pretty
I stroll all around this barren desolation
I watch people gathering to share their isolation
I am a symptom of the twentieth century
Make sure you pray for all those like me

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Doctor Who

My doctor showed me how to believe in the rotating smoothness of each moment
My doctor walked towards me with half a candle in each of his hands
My doctor taught me how to trust in the structural integrity of the universe
My doctor stood in the doorway of a new reality and showed me the way home

My doctor said zoimble-zoimble-extra-lifetime
My doctor asked me about the voices in my head
My doctor wanted to put his machinery inside my thoughts
My doctor believed at least some of the things he said

My doctor stroked his chin as he said things towards me
My doctor wrote notes as he dissected my mind
My doctor probably had always been very normal
My doctor spoke as if he thought himself kind

 

[Geoff-Allen]

One Man's Heaven

I write this little poem as I sit
I'm in Acacia ward until I split
Surrounded by the maddest folk
It is the sweetest, most ironic joke

I'm actually living in another world
Where dreams and magic are unfurled
The people in here have no greed or hate
They all have learned the way to wait

Waiting for the coming of the sun
Knowing they are truly all one
We laugh along with all the staff
My best mate thinks he's a giraffe

I gladly watch over these fragile souls
Some think their minds are full of holes
They cannot handle the jungle outside
This is their refuge where they can hide

They hide not from themselves of course
We are all connected to one pure source
Our hearts and minds have merged with each other
I call every one in here my soul-brother

If you want to join us, please feel free
It really is the best place to be
Surrounded by such understanding
You'll find we are never ever demanding

You'll never know who you might meet
If you take a walk down our secret street
Please visit us if you get the chance
We may even teach your soul to dance

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Satisfaction guaranteed

I am a fuzzy little dot
Sometimes cold and sometimes hot
I do not really need a lot
Now I know just what is what

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Life is but a dream

I had a dream the other day that I was totally mad
So I buried a thousand sandwiches deep in the sand
My little doctor can't really tell me what is wrong
But it's no problem - I'll just sing the same, old song

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Natural High

I don't do drugs
My mind is just naturally psychedelic
I used to think it was a sunken relic
I have no need to escape reality
I create what I need inside of me
I can watch any old sunset
And drown in waves of silent wonder
I watch this planet from above,
sideways
and under
I feel the grass growing
Telling me when it needs another mowing
I hear the sounds of the universe expanding
A feather gently landing
In dreams I contact every soul
That ever lived or ever will
I know this all sounds too fantastic
My brain is made of common elastic
I tell you this without hesitation
Dare to dwell inside your own imagination
Don't be jealous of my strange excitement
I too used to live in the same basement
Until I turned my gaze skyward
And realised I was
on
the
bottom
rung
of
a
ladder
that
stretches
all
the
way
to
infinity.
And so I decided to climb it.

 

[Geoff-Allen]

A vision for the future

Our current world seems to host every conceivable imperfection
There is only one real solution. We need a spiritual reconnection
People underestimate the true power of the spirit. It is infinite
But you rarely feel this power until you live every moment in it

Meditation is the way back to this infinite power source
Deep down you already knew this to be true, of course
When enough people turn inwards and contact their soul
The world will start to be healed and we will all become whole

Please don't laugh or shake your head at what I am saying
For centuries people have recognised the true meaning of praying
Meditation can introduce you to your true divine nature
Every human being is indeed a miraculous creature

In a frantic world, a couple of hours a day may be hard to invest
But when enough souls are united, miracles can start to manifest
This new perception will bring us all closer to each other
You will start to see every stranger as a sister or brother

One day soon this will al make sense
We will see the reason our past was so tense
And wonder why we continued the pretence
By looking at each other from behind a fence

Meditation can put you on the path to becoming a truly radiant being
At the very least, it will open up profound new ways of seeing
Strange as it seems, you already know all these things
We are simply angels who have forgotten to use our wings

Of course you'll have to decide if you want it badly enough
Many people will see this as just silly, airy-fairy stuff
I pray for that day when all of us step into the light
The world will be transformed. It will be a wondrous sight

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Poem written by a whale and a dolphin in a spaceship

People walk towards me
And they walk towards
The doorways of always

People talk right through me
Then do things to me
In the doorways of always

I am the twelfth nightmare of existence
My days are spent here at your insistence

I must leave you now
So that one day
I may return to you
Through the doorways of all ways

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Poem with no known title and no stated purpose

I am the most of times
And the most of lives
I slip through the doorways of time
To live amongst you and beside you
My existence is an enigma
An unsolved mystery

I live in the moments where nothing really happens
My name is unknown
And often unheard
I fall silently
Into the night
Only to rise again
With dawn's first light
I am

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Poem designed to bend your mind back into its original shape

I used to arrange my life so sweetly
That it would never disappear so neatly
I used to plan each waking moment
Until it became a sacred monument

I used to feel my entire body breathing
In the night it would always seem a real thing
I used to glow in the dark like a distant star
I wondered who or what we really are

I used to think about the trees on the hill
That grew in the silence of sunshine until
The day would come when they should fall
In many ways I hear that very same call

There is no more I can tell you for now
Try not to wrinkle or furrow your brow
This poem is a reminder of all we have lost
One day soon we will tally the true cost

This last verse is really not like the rest
It was placed here merely as a bit of a test
To see how much more of this you can take
I'll go outside now and stand on a rake

Oops that was painful. I won't do that again
I think I should stick to using paper and pen
To record each random and variable thought
Mental gymnastics is suddenly my favourite sport

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Work in progress

I am one of at least six billion souls
Each one living their various roles
On a planet that spins around on its axis
While governments seek new ways to raise taxes

All around me I see people of every colour and size
Variations on a them with arms, legs, faces and eyes
The ants are my friends and so are the birds
Some thoughts I find cannot be captured in words

We orbit our sun while being warmed by its rays
It has been this way now for countless days
Is the idea of a big bang correct as we have been taught?
Or is this universe the manifestation of one divine thought?

We have learned to define ourselves with such small thoughts
Limitations and assumptions which deny our true source
How did we allow this to happen? Are we really so blind?
We are now quite disconnected from the universal mind

We fill our days with every conceivable entertainment
Somehow this does not seem to produce much contentment
We keep ourselves constantly busy and eternally distracted
You have to wonder of our minds have become fractured

What does it all mean? People often inquire
Is there something to which we can all aspire
Will some messiah emerge to raise our spirits higher?
Would that serve to satisfy some universal desire?

If you can find calm in the midst of this confusion
You may start to see right through the illusion
We seem to be prisoners of time and of space
Many believe we simply die and leave no trace

The answer my friends may be closer than you'd imagine
Hold onto your hats as this may make your head spin
Deep inside you there is a quiet presence
You might even call it your divine essence

It may lay there dormant for many long years
Subdued and covered over by all of your fears
Listen carefully and you may hear its silent call
During those wondrous moments where
You feel fabulous for no reason at all

I can't think how to end this poem
It really has no final statement
In a few years or weeks or days
I may return to it to add a new phrase

 

[Geoff-Allen]

My Way

I found God through psychosis
This may sound strange but if you focus
You'll see a million paths to the divine
Yours is likely very different from mine

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Enlightenment

I've been to the place where it all makes sense
Where there is no past or future tense
To get there is easy - you may find
All you need is a quiet mind

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Poem about why humans race

People never know their own lives have been stolen
Until they look in the mirror of an existence which is golden
People know their own names have been changed many times
Along the way they call out from the darkness of their crimes

Seldom have we ever really known
That we are so much more than blood and bone
The flowers are happy and so are the birds
Despite having no capacity for words

The colours of the world are mainly green and blue
This idea should not come as a huge shock to you
Add to this a golden spinning sun
Warming the planet just for fun

In the final analysis we are simply all one
To harm another you bring yourself undone

 

[Geoff-Allen]

Career Path

I live in this world as a transcendental poet
It is a vital role so I had better not blow it
I describe places and events and strange dimensions
The fairies and the pixies also get a mention

My mind is a vast collective array of ideas and thoughts
Possibilities and speculations about some sublime cosmic force
The words I use are compiled from a magical gestalt source
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