Schizophrenia
Walking around in a plastic dream
I look into the mirror and scream
Tormented by demons and unseen forces
My mind is wild like stampeding horses
Why is it so
Does anyone know
Who is to blame
Is everyone the same
I used to walk down the street
And scream at everyone I meet
So they locked me away
From the world ev'ry day
I crawled through the walls
So they showed me some normals
They strangled my mind
To help me unwind
I am a human experimental life-form
My blood flows backwards to keep me warm
My eyes have seen the truth inside
In truth there really is no place left to hide
I used to think I was a robot from outer space
With wires in my head and a little plastic face
I used to believe that I had such magic powers
Which I would gladly practice for many hours
I used to think ants were crawling on my brain
I stared at the world and only saw the pain
I used to see monsters and ghosts everywhere
I stayed inside and I continued the stare
The world drags me underground
I feel like I'm already drowned
I suffocate in the open air
I fall down and don't even care
I watch all the people silently screaming
In a world of delusions the tears are streaming
While fools and lunatics lead them astray
Into endless cycles of work, rest and play
People ask me if I can save the world
I tell them to leave all the flags unfurled
People ask me about my frozen lifetime
I tell them their world has no reason or rhyme
People ask me about the human mysteries
I tell them to climb back up into the trees
People ask me about the human struggle
I tell them they should blow more bubbles
People ask me why I behave in this way
I tell them everything I see has turned grey
They look at me as if I have lost my mind
I weep for them as their eyes are so blind
People advise me to conform like the rest
I laugh at this notion and continue my quest
People shake their heads and whisper "he's mad"
I wonder if they ever see their own lives are so sad
Reality to me is such a strange place to visit
If you call it home I wish you every luck with it
I wouldn't live there not for a king's treasure
It seems to lack some dimension beyond measure
My choice is the choice of lifetimes
Your choice is the choice of new crimes
Is there any real choice or is this just a game
Are we simply moths being drawn to a flame
I am exploring an infinite landscape called schizophrenia
When it all falls into place nothing could be dreamier
Some days are pure magic when the view is sublime
I float on angel's wings unconcerned with space and time
Other days are tragic as I simply fall apart
This is the way it has been from the start
Just what is schizophrenia - nobody really knows
An unexplained phenomenon. A petal on a rose
Is it a doorway to infinity or the entrance to hell
I know of no way on earth to truly tell
My journey has taken me to unimaginable places
This tale is just one amongst millions of cases
Feel free to label me a madman or a lunatic
Call me crazy, a whacko ... any label ... take your pick
A label may be useful on all of the clothes that you wear
But as a guide to understanding it leads you nowhere
To you I may seem like some bizarre alien being
This is due to flaws in the ways you are seeing
You see mere reflections of an old, tired view
You see life as a grim struggle and voila it comes true
Whose world is a delusion? Is it mine is it yours
In your world, everybody seems to hunger for applause
While my mind and soul venture toward uncharted shores
Maybe we're simply living on two adjacent floors
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
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
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
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
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
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
Doctor Who
One Man's Heaven
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
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