They have often gone out, some crazed souls,
taunting my unloved self, mostly my heart;
loving torture, they have caused me pain
in my lonely soul, day after day:
pitiful child, single-minded, not the norm.
What you see is just what you get, quite.
They have known my mind.
They often go into the holes of my heart,
and find them hurting, scarred, bruised,
pain, fear, insufficient security;
each are barriers to the life I so desire:
crying, whimpering to nothingness.
My thoughts like those are understood.
Most have known my mind.
They have driven away my integrity, mockers,
flashed their fancy lifestyles to my hurting soul,
knowing their awfully hurtful words, damage
my fragile existence to the point that
I can no longer stand to go on.
My quivering soul is no longer afraid to die.
All have known my mind.
Or have they?
LOOK AT THAT RAINBOW, ITS NOT SO FAR AWAY, IGNORE THE RAINCLOUDS, THEYRE NOT HERE TO STAY, CLING ONTO YOUR DREAMS, HOLD ON SO TIGHT, LET THE STORM PASS BY, ILL MAKE IT ALRIGHT, THE HEAVIER THE RAIN, THE HEAVIER THE TEARS, BUT THE RAINBOWS JUST AHEAD, LETS BLOCK OUT THOSE FEARS, YOURE NEARLY THERE, YOUVE NEARLY GOT THROUGH, YOUVE BEEN SO STRONG, IM SO PROUD OF YOU, THERES THE RAINBOW, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, OPEN YOUR HEART, THATS ALL YOU NEED DO, NOW YOUVE FREED YOURSELF, AND LOOK AT WHO YOU ARE, YOURE SO VERY STRONG, YOUVE COME SO VERY FAR
by Samantha Jameson
Harry Bolman 1980's
I am as one on this mountaintop,
The world in a valley below.
Like seeds my thoughts have been scattered,
Now I must reap what I sow.
Stand alone on an empty beach
Let yourself feel open and free.
Remove forever your worries and fears
Become what you were meant to be.
Stand alone on a desert plain,
Let the sun beat the sweat from your brow.
Become as one with yourself,
Your heart will show you how.
There are times when we must feel it
This solitude in an open space.
We must learn to gather our thoughts,
If we are to win this race.
There is a need for harmony,
between thought and human emotion.
We are merely fish in the sea,
We could drown in this endless ocean.
I am as one on this mountaintop
A cool breeze now softly on my face.
My thoughts are together once more,
I am going to win this race.
The girl with schizophrenia
She sometimes has a fantasy
Of security, fulfilment, contentment
And reality
The girl with schizophrenia
She dreams about what might have been
A stable life, a happy home
Career opportunities
The girl with schizophrenia
She contemplates reality
The loneliness, the emptiness
The stigma of insanity
The girl with schizophrenia
An outcast from society
She can't pretend or try to be
What she knows she cannot be
The girl with schizophrenia
She's almost won the race you see
To cope with life today
And be just who she wants to be
There's a man I know - well he's been on the go
For years and years and years
And he's a little bit high - and he's a little bit low
And his eyes are thick with tears
Somebody knows him - but nobody shows him
That his life could be his own /
Nobody tries - when somebody cries -
"Why must he be alone?" - "Why must he be alone?"
Insanity man - when will they understand
When will they shake your hand - and say -
"Hey man - you've been through it"
"Say man - you can do it"
Insanity man - when will they take the stand
Well I don't think they can - they say -
- "No way man - you can rough it"
- "Go 'way man - you can stuff it"
Insanity man - Insanity man
So he sits and stares - and nobody cares
If he never gets up at all
And he's a little bit mad - but it's a little bit sad
As he turns his face to the wall
Somebody tells him that somebody wants him
But nobody stops to look
People despise him - and some analyse him
They said they read about him in some book
They said they read about him in some book
Insanity man - when will they understand
When will they shake your hand - and say -
- "Hey man - you've been through it"
- "Say man - you can do it"
Insanity man - when will they take the stand
Well I don't think they can - they say -
- "No way man - you can rough it"
- "Go 'way man - you can stuff it"
Insanity man - Insanity man
Why do they keep out of the fray
Why do they shy themselves away
Why do they keep their profiles low
I guess they just don't wanna know
And as he flares again - well he's got no friend
Just a pill - a shock - and a jag
And he's a little bit screwed - coz it's a little bit crude
But still they got him in the bag
Somebody nails him - practically jails him
Opens his mouth and he's gagged
Somebody cuffs him - but nobody loves him
Life - it's a bit of a drag - Life - it's a bit of a drag
Insanity man - when will they understand
When will they shake your hand - and say -
"Hey man - you've been through it"
"Say man - you can do it"
Insanity man - when will they take the stand
Well I don't think they can - they say -
"No way man - you can rough it"
"Go 'way man - you can stuff it"
Insanity man - Insanity man
B Gladman
Song recorded on CD in 2001
Also see CD by Biff Gladman
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....I didn't know you can't color with black crayons,
............So I did --
And I etched around the moonlight
with the wrong color crayon.
........I didn't know you can't plant a staghorn in a pot,
............So I did --
And it's still alive and thriving
in the same wrong pot.
........I didn't know you can't ask for what you need,
............So I did --
And I don't always get it
but I keep trying anyway.
........I didn't know you can't trust others,
............So I did --
And sometimes I'm betrayed
but I still try to trust.
........I didn't know you can't stand up for yourself,
............So I did --
And sometimes I get knocked down
but I stand right back up.
........I didn't know you can't let people see you cry,
............So I did --
And some people don't like it
but I still cry when I'm sad.
........I didn't know you can't fight the system,
............So I did --
And sometimes it works,
and sometimes it doesn't.
........I didn't know you can't make political waves,
............So I did --
And I didn't sink or drown
in the raging tidal current.
........I didn't know you can't stop to smell the roses,
............So I did --
And it didn't waste time
and I flourish with the fragrance.
.... ..
..
....
Betrayal
........by Dan McDonald........An echo fades into the night,
an eerie mournful sound.
A shooting star disappears from sight,
and I crumble to the ground.
There is no life within this garden;
my sobs are the only sound.
I have poisoned the honeyed fountain
where your love could be found.
Dazed, I stare at the stars above,
my grieving howls fill the night!
Unintended betrayal of love
has hidden you from my sight.
I remember how it used to be
when we shared our fears and delights.
You are a treasured friend to me.
How can I make things right?
Feeling afraid, cold and lonely,
I long to tell you how I feel,
but you don’t want to hear me.
The pain for you is much too real.
Should I back away and build a wall
and block away how I feel?
Or, should I give you a call?
We both need some time to heal.
An echo fades into the night
as our friendship disappears.
How do I know what is right?
How can I ease my fears?
If I do call you again,
would the old wounds reappear?
I can’t stand to cause you pain.
Hurting you again is my worst fear!
.... ..
Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be,
If all were as happy as we;
And mutual fear brings peace,
Till the selfish loves increase;
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.
He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head;
And the Caterpillar and Fly
Feed on the Mystery.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.
MUM
You are a remarkable woman
who accomplishes so much as a
strong woman
in a man's world
You are strong but soft
You are strong but caring
You are strong but compassionate
You are a remarkable woman
who accomplishes so much as a
giving woman
in a selfish world
You give to your friends
You give to your family
You give to everyone
You are a remarkable woman
who is also a remarkable mother
And you are loved by so many people
whose lives you have touched -
especially me
-Poem by Susan Polis Schutz
..
....
.. ....'A Father, A Dad'
........ ..
........
.. .... ....A father provides a gene to make us who we are.
A dad raises us up and hopes for a star.
A Father doesn’t know us.
A dad knows us way too well.
A father walks away when things go wrong.
A dad says “How can I help? ”
A father hates all the things that we love.
A dad encourages our love of those things.
A father wonders why we came along.
A dad celebrates our every breath of air.
A father never tries or wants to be there for us.
A dad refuses to miss the chance.
A father could care a less when we make mistakes.
A dad understands and corrects us along the way.
A father teaches us nothing.
A dad expects us to learn all that we can.
A father doesn’t care if we get into trouble.
A dad punishes us for the problems we create.
A father hates who we are for no reason at all.
A dad encourages us to become individuals.
A father wishes that we were never born.
A dad makes our world a better place.
A father forgets all the important things in your life.
A dad would never forget those things.
(11/15/02)
Dawn Stanislawski
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......
Disappointment echoes within the emptiness I once called my soul
Your harsh gaze burns my eyes though i cannot see it
The sharpness of your words cuts to the core
My mind playing tricks as though its a jester in my court
Finding no amusement in the quiet laughter aimed so accusingly at me
Shivers of a cold felt from the Arctic winds of loneliness
Label Me This....Biotch
Who am I?
Do you think
based on a few meetings
that you know me?
That you have the right
to judge me?
Sweet most of the time
Cunt if you cross me
Killer if you fuck with my child
Mom,
Artist
Dyke, Spouse.
Is that enough to make you
Feel uncomfortable or
Do you want more?
Yep, you’re right
I’m not you’re fucking typical goddamn American.
Call me what you want,
Not like I haven’t heard
it all before.
Though you could try being a bit more original
if you really expect to hurt me.
Crazy,
Psychotic
Writer, cunt, bitch,
and yet none of it
Am I ashamed of.
Keep flinging those insults
and I’ll keep rising above.
You expect me
to hide from you
because of you’re fears and
insecurities.
Are you seriously that
Fucking crazy?
Not gonna happen.
Not today,
Not tomorrow.
If who I am scares you
Dare I suggest
you confront your issues?
If what I have to say angers you
I challenge you to not look away
Or don’t and live in
Continued ignorance.
Don’t much matter to me
Live your lie
In bliss, I’ll just float on by.
"Homo!
Queer!
Bipolar!
Evil dyke cunt bitch!"
You scream.
Calling me names
with venomous hate
Where is your loving God in those words?
Introspective.
Patriotic.
Artist.
Humanitarian.
Those too I choose.
Well, now that we labeled
me,
How about you?
By Mara McWilliams
The legend of the Eagle and the Condor goes back a very long time in the Andes and in many other parts of the world. In the Andes it is expressed as the coming of the new Pachacuti. A Pachacuti is an interval of roughly 500 years. It was known for a long, long time before it happened, that the fourth Pachacuti, which began about the 1490's, would be a time of turmoil, of struggle, of conflict. In addition, at the fifth Pachacuti, which began in the late 1990's, it would be a time of coming together, of partnership, of union, and particularly a time when the Eagle of the North will fly with the Condor of the South. It is known to all the indigenous peoples that there has been unbalance and tremendous conflict throughout the Americas during the past 500 years. The Eagle Power and Spirit which is mental and materialistic, has outweighed and dominated the Condor Spirit which is spiritual and heart centered. Now it is time for the two to come together and fly in the same skies as equals so that the Earth may become balanced. You can also look at it as the balancing of the male and the female or the yin and the yang. All this was predicted in many cultures throughout the world. The Mayan people in Central America have similar prophecies for this time. The Dalai Lama said they too have a prediction that there is a new period upon us, and that the 14th, current, Dalai Lama, will be the last from the Himalayas. The next will probably be from the Americas and the best bet, according to them, is that he or she will be from the Andes. A few years ago, the Dalai Lama was in the Andes and he and other Lamas did a ceremony to transfer the responsibility for compassion amongst human beings from the Himalayas to the Andes. The new Pachacuti, the new era for the coming together of the Eagle and the Condor
FRIENDS BY ANDREW WILLIAMS A friend to me is a stalwart a rock, A cushion to land upon when you are dropped, Someone who believes in you and has faith, To stand by all the comments oppression and hate, Who knows at first hand experienced the same,Yes a real friend has been there they empathise with your pain, And their tolerance surpasses all others around, Who's impatient beliefs often confound, But when life starts to bite and no one is around, Will you feel that life is so profound.
Subject: some poems/stories I like 
Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:37 pm
