Geoff-Allen
Resident megalomaniac
Insomnia again ... here's a few poems -
Another unfinished poem
Rational thought won't make you wise
This may come as a surprise
Ignorance is on the rise
Right before your very eyes
Strange revelations from the voices in my head
Life is really the ultimate joke
This fact seems to escape most folk
I guess that logic has its place
To think too much is a disgrace
Mood swings
Life on this planet really sucks
I'd like o go and play with ducks
Just what the heck are we doing?
Madness might be worth pursuing
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 in 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
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
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
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
Another unfinished poem
Rational thought won't make you wise
This may come as a surprise
Ignorance is on the rise
Right before your very eyes
Strange revelations from the voices in my head
Life is really the ultimate joke
This fact seems to escape most folk
I guess that logic has its place
To think too much is a disgrace
Mood swings
Life on this planet really sucks
I'd like o go and play with ducks
Just what the heck are we doing?
Madness might be worth pursuing
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 in 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
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
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
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
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