Poems about Psychosis   &


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
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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


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

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


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