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Burn’d Out Too Brightly

Casio VL-Tone, sings in’t room, fills silence
She plays keys, to mourn loss of her friend
Died too young she burn’d out too brightly
There’s a star out there but down on earth
Her lips curl’d, at the ends, a slight smile
Her face static, always a fix’d grin
It helps her, she feels good, quick to laugh
Remember them who liv’d far too fast
Positive to take time for yourself
Preventing a repeat episode
Push your heart never end before time
Make sure others don’t burn out; give them hope

Using long words and being smelly

Things to ponder:

  • Consider conformal cyclic cosmology as a scientific basis for a possible philosophical theory of reincarnation where information is passed between eons
  • Think about whether free will is not only compatible with, but a result of, a deterministic system in which we have causal power. Or that all of time exists at once so determinism is a timeless property of this eon of the universe in which our freedom to choose is an illusion that only feels authentic due to limitations of conscious existence. Or perhaps whether consciousness is the result of probabilistic quantum behaviour in our brains thus providing us with somewhat good evidence of agency due to our choices not entirely being governed by past states
  • Find what applications of a pluralistic theory of different possible sources of justified true beliefs can increase stability of my mental health and support emotional regulation
  • Have a cup of tea and think about that stuff later

How can I help?

Ask me once, I’ll do my best, again,
Ask me twice, I’ll take my rest, once more,
Ask me thrice, do it yourself, I’m done.

What is fun, is to help, to guide you.
What is done, is to listen, reflect.
What you find, is the mirror, yourself.

I’ll feed you, fill your mouth, for some peace,
From requests, and problems, I take home.
What is posed, a question, distraction.

Full of food, you complete your desires,
Turning in, you sleep sound, in silence,
Wrapped up, you’ll do your best, again

Black Cat

When a cat slips through night like a breeze,
With a pounce, it can land where it please.
Softly stalking its prey, it will creep,
Then it leaps with a bound, never cheap.
On the roof, it can balance with grace,
As it runs, it will set such a pace.
With a flick of its tail, it’s away,
Like a shadow that hides from the day.

Feed me

As they prowl and they pounce and they leap
With their tails in the air as they sway
Till they curl up at last for to sleep
In the morn when the sun starts to rise
They demand that their breakfast appear
With their soft little mews and their cries
Till you finally give in my dear

The Therapeutic Role of Feline Companionship in Managing Schizoaffective Disorder: A Case Study

Analysis

Abstract

This case study examines the profound psychological impact of a long-term human-feline bond in the context of schizoaffective disorder management. Through qualitative analysis of the subject’s reported experiences, this paper explores how intense attachment to a feline companion contributes to psychological stability and daily functioning, particularly during symptomatic periods.

Introduction

The therapeutic potential of human-animal bonds has been widely documented in psychiatric literature. This analysis focuses on a specific case demonstrating the stabilising influence of a seven-year relationship between an individual with schizoaffective disorder and their feline companion.

Methodology

Data was collected through direct narrative account, focusing on:

  • Duration and intensity of the human-feline bond
  • Impact on daily functioning
  • Role in symptom management
  • Psychological attachment patterns

Key Findings

1. Attachment Patterns

The subject demonstrates an intense, secure attachment to their feline companion, characterised by:

  • Near-continuous physical proximity (only one night of separation in seven years)
  • Deification of the companion animal (“living god”)
  • Strong emotional interdependence
  • Consistent caregiving behaviors

2. Behavioral Impact

Notable behavioral patterns include:

  • Maintenance of caregiving responsibilities despite psychological symptoms
  • Prioritisation of cat care over self-care during symptomatic periods
  • Sustained daily routine structured around pet care obligations

3. Psychological Benefits

The relationship appears to provide:

  • Enhanced emotional stability
  • Increased sense of purpose and responsibility
  • Improved daily functioning
  • Strengthened self-efficacy through successful caregiving
  • Consistent emotional support and companionship

4. Adaptive Function in Disorder Management

The intensity of attachment, rather than presenting as pathological, serves an adaptive function by:

  • Providing motivation for basic daily functions during symptomatic periods
  • Creating a stable anchor point for reality testing
  • Offering consistent emotional support
  • Maintaining daily structure through care requirements

Discussion

This case demonstrates how intense human-animal bonds can serve as therapeutic tools in managing severe mental health conditions. The subject’s self-reported strengthening and stabilisation through this relationship suggests that such bonds can provide critical support structures for individuals managing schizoaffective disorder.

Clinical Implications

The findings suggest potential therapeutic applications:

  1. Integration of pet care responsibilities into treatment plans
  2. Recognition of pets as stability anchors in symptom management
  3. Utilisation of existing human-animal bonds in therapeutic contexts

Conclusion

The analysed relationship demonstrates the potential therapeutic value of intense human-animal bonds in managing schizoaffective disorder. The subject’s feline companion serves multiple adaptive functions: emotional regulation, motivation for daily functioning, and stability maintenance. This suggests that similar bonds could be therapeutically beneficial for other individuals managing severe mental health conditions.

Yield, unbroken source of chaos

Through the Dao flows the Way, ever still,
In its calm, find the strength of it’s will.
Yield to life, and the world will align,
Like the water that helps undermine.
In the silence, the answer is clear:
Live with peace, and the Dao will draw near.

Dove Soap

My stomach is playing up on me
I need something to stop it repeating
Maybe a cup of peppermint tea
Technically tisane but who’s counting

Let me carry around my childhood toy
I’ll give it to you when we first meet
Trusting that you’ll protect my youthful joy
And keep me in mind when you retreat

How are these feelings of body and mind
Connected in one special animal’s love
To view myself as a beloved pet is kind
Sending my entire self a peace seeking dove

A list of things to do

Add tinkling of reverberating bells
Hold me over a bowl of steaming curry
Chick peas
Oven gloves
Snot sneezed into my elbow
Infected jumper for the wash
Reflexes
Caught a cold
Wash up the dishes
A bath for my hands
Birthday wishes
From faraway lands
Coupled with unrealistic dreams
And benefits for my friends
Offering nothing
Nothing but silence
And a pack of tarot cards
Never opened
Never researched
The regret and the nigh time memories
Anguish constantly being put back to the back of my mind
A haunting flute above an orchestra
Sounds pure and sweet in front of strings
But breathy and imprecise on its own
Gone are the days of wandering alone
What will get me out of my door
Recharge the battery
Of my spirit and soul

The Cold Escape

Wearing next to nothing
End this cold suffering
My head beating like drums
Caught up in urban noise
Send me away from buzz
Breathing in the free air
In deep calm walking those
Final steps sending me
Back to the beginning

Three Ways To One Goal

  • Give mundane things meaning
  • To remember you’re one in eight billion
  • You can only take control of yourself and your direct actions

Meaning helps you have purpose.
You are not alone.
Other perspectives are great but concentrate on what you are doing.

The answer to the meaning of life is in the question “What is the meaning of life?” To give meaning to life.

Emergency Nightmare Tea

In the dark of your mind where the tick
Takes up rest, and the sun never shines,
There’s a sound to be heard that echoes
And echoes, the drum hits, the bang bangs!
So you rest, and you sleep, dreaming death.
You can’t wake, no escape, trapped tight
Under cloth, over pillows, you stir.
Making tea, making tea, making tea.

Big Moor

When tha walks o’er the moor, and the deer run away,
Wi’ the heath under foot, and the sky looms so grey,
Tha hears in the distance the curlew’s lone cry,
Wi’ the bracken and heather all brown ’neath the sky.
The rain starts to fall, like a drum on the stone,
And the moor feels as old as time all alone.

Why?

Right now the world is ending
For some one trapped in war
A new beginning is happening
For a child just being born

Both are screaming for their life
At either end of a spectrum
United by some strife
And hope where they can find some

An opportunity comes
To give purpose and meaning
So if you are picking the crumbs
Take pride in that spring cleaning

Time plays a changing tune
Do we forget the dance
Understood by the moon
You can take your chance

Oral Hygiene

Chattering in the frozen breeze that killed my uncle
They have said some awful things
But they’ve been there for those that I love
Always balanced in greyscale morality
I save time for my faithful replacement
Just wooden teeth

You make me smile sometimes
When my face hasn’t felt movement
You are there
You make me want to show everything I have
When I haven’t done everything I could have
You remind me to show
My just wooden teeth

Take a moment to just reflect
Sometimes there is no need to respond
A flash of anger is well expressed
Through a creative outlet
Think about if what you want to say is what you mean
Carve out answers in experience not in yourself
With your just wooden teeth

What is it like in space?
Well you should already know
You are on Earth surrounded by a great expanse
With the courage of eight billion
You are not alone
Even if you lost it all and all you have is
Just wooden teeth

Family doesn’t last forever
So I use tools to compile a useful collection
A bunch of people trying to do what they can
When the world is ending inside their minds
I send controlled and pitched air to their ears
Through my just wooden teeth

Heavy Metal Lyrics

Gather ye minions
For thou shalt perish
Strangled by angry swans
Thine nightmare cherish

EAT TREE MEAT!
TURN TO DUST!
BRAND THY FEET!
SHIT OUT RUST!

SQUEEEEEEAAAAAL!

I will turn thy mind on a spit
Bleach and rinse and recycle it
I can dance forever on your grave
Wash your eyes with acid and recommit!

EAT TREE MEAT!
TURN TO DUST!
BRAND THY FEET!
SHIT OUT RUST!

SQUEEEEEEAAAAAL!

Forsaken undying
Impeach my wisdom
Rope set for tying
Vacuous system

The bell doth toll in your darkest hour
Your victims scream in vile blood shower
Incriminate power you total dingbat
Dialectic failure from father who begat

EAT TREE MEAT!
TURN TO DUST!
BRAND THY FEET!
SHIT OUT RUST!

SQUEEEEEEAAAAAL!

Eat my arse you absolute toenail
You are a farce you utter door handle

My Grain

head buzz, )!#^=¥
bones..}\+ bang—-/
siren scream]]]]]~<
alarms cry;;;;;( on ,,,& on

thud’’’€ fuck i hit my &@£$%}+ head
throb—:::( pulse” pain)({{{..,,
lights burn%%*%
mind;;; swirls~~~~

aura cage[][][]
instant rage////&ӣ
nights in }{^^^^^
lights dim•

Limited Vocabulary

Waves crash, waves rise,
Hearts drift, hearts collide.
Sun fades, sun returns,
Over water, time burns.

Dreams whisper, softly speak,
Dreams linger, softly seek.
Hearts breathe, waves still call,
Over water, time stands tall.

Call waves, call hearts, sun burns, seek water,
Speak over, softly breathe, rise dreams, waves water.

Still time, water seek,
Softly call, whisper speak,
Water drift, dreams return,
Waves collide, over burns.

Tall hearts, tall dreams, whisper water, hearts speak,
Over water, over sun, still breathe, still seek.

ghost cat

i was a timy little moth weaving and bobbing around the toes of a giant walking monolith, a hotchpotch of luscious pink sweaty skin, and dirty grease strained fabrics where I could nestle my feet between the stitches. there was a huge gravity to these enormous moving structures apparently so slow and imprecise

no weight has ever been bigger when i was flying around not just one, but three of huge goliaths, when a huge thunderous roar crashed down along with the ceiling and everything around me, sending a blast of air that cast me out of the window

only to discover i had been eight floors up in the sky my entire life. in a seemingly endless expanse above a burning city, it is then, from all the shock, and all the instant onset trauma from the blast, that i saw it, my mind heavy from the huge explosion, i was hallucinating a spirit that pierced the very clouds themselves, a literal bridge between heaven and earth, a ghost cat the size of ten mountains, with fucking laser vision or something, i could feel it burning through my soul. Was this it, was this the light at the end of tunnel, had my time come?

i flew towards this god-like being with all the ecstasy pulsing up through me from the depths of my lowest low, it glowed brighter and brighter, the burning within me and the power of this god started to unite and become one force, it felt like lifetimes were passing in front of my eyes, this WAS it, my time, now the cat’s light permeated through my entire existence, it was here, i was meeting my maker, and then suddenly..

*clunk*

fucking streetlight, wasn’t it!


bad soup

i can see green bits in my soup
there’s mush and crunch
slop and water mixed together
grainy texture
stringy abrasive teeth itchers

it’s a bit hot to really taste
but it’s here now and impolite to leave
don’t get me wrong
i want to go
this soup is really bad

string bean

babe, wake up
IT’S TIME TO EAT!

garlic stem whiplash
chop those onions
shed those tears
shed those tears all over town

i have a huge knife
chopping chillis
don’t rub your eyes
these are spicy

splash!
sizzle!
fry!

i have been
in the kitchen
all day long
FUCKING ENJOY IT!

Mooncakes

Story time: Yesterday my friend ZiFan wished me a happy mooncake day. So I wanted to wish the same to the couple at my local Chinese takeaway: Hot Kitchen, but yesterday was their day off. So instead I went earlier this evening, when I got there and ordered my meal they looked tired and miserable but that was all to change.

There was a young and glamorous Eastern European woman collecting an order in front of me. She seemed polite but somewhat distracted, as though she hadn’t eaten all day. The woman from the couple behind the counter cooking and serving seemed exhausted.

As the Eastern European woman left with her food. I mustered some confidence said loudly “hope you had a happy mooncake day yesterday!” and suddenly, as though a switch had flicked, both staff had huge smiles!

In shock, unable to hide their joy, the woman replied “HOW DO YOU KNOW!!!!??”

The guy was busy cooking but briefly paused to whisper something to the her in her ear.

Then she asked me if I had “ever tried a moon cake?”

I said “no, but I would love to try one someday!”

The woman disappeared into the walk in cupboard with a spring n her step.

The guy then said “there are two main types of mooncake, lotus paste and red bean paste,and this was a red bean paste.”

Then the woman cut me a piece of red bean paste mooncake to try, I asked “how much?” She said “no, no, no, here, don’t worry it’s sweet” and she was right! It was delicious!

After enjoying my slice of moon cake, I said “do you speak Cantonese or Mandarin?” she said Cantonese so I said “aw, I only know one word of Cantonese and I will probably pronounce it wrong, M Goi!“, which means thank you (specifically for a service).

My meal was ready so I said my goodbyes to the delighted waving couple on the other side of counter and thanked them again for the food. As I walked out I felt like I had completely made their night and they were both smiling ear to ear!

The Holy Trinity (my version)

No life on earth without the moon*. Thank you moon.

Thank you sun for your oppressive life giving light.

Thank you Earth for being humanity’s parent. I hope we don’t kill you completely.

*complex evolutionary reasons

The year is dying

Tired leaves droop
Dropping down
She’s gone now
Left me here

Daily loop
Same old town
Don’t know how
We’ll lose fear

Back bent stoop
Resting frown
Solemn vow
Keep that dear

unrelated miscellaneous

blue acorns turned grey by the wind
double dose of kombucha with extra bacteria

an armful of blankets dampened by clothes from the washer
disco circles spinning whilst music goes around and around my mind

tent poles for tarpaulins and bivvy sacks for sleeping in the wild
a cat called oscar whose brother has gone missing

granular pieces of chopped up sounds
gentle footsteps of a spider on a vertical wall

sixteen toasted sandwiches each slightly warmer than the last
a handful of ducks and a lonely goose in the melted section of a frozen pond

oblongs and arcs in different colours on a half painted canvas
a frown from a tired and stressed menopausal person

three reddish/brown bricks kept for a day when an odd brick would be handy
a cotton towel that needs awash but is still fairly soft

Recent Thoughts

Who/What is this?

you are a vortex, you are honest, deep and true
a beautiful paradox, i’ll fall into you

Political/Economic/Business Leaders:

he puts his responsibility into lists of rules and regulations creating a responsibility gap
i put my responsibility into myself trying to deal with ‘me problems’ creating neurosis and “growth”

What’s better eating food or philosophy?

should i sit and think with a head full of questions?
or sit and eat and live my life with those that i love?

Song for the end of summer

The stream had almost dried up
It was usually a babbling brook
Yet the days were so long
And I could hear this new song
Sung by the rocks and the fishes
Summer had granted all my wishes
Yet as the nights drew in
I felt my heart sing

Autumn will be here soon enough
Because it’s raining lint and fluff
A nice jumper to pullover my head
Some actual darkness so I can stay in bed
All I want is for you to be free
And to light the fire inside of me
I need some warming food
To keep us in this mood

Treacle and pumpkin
Ginger and spice
Roast potato with herbs
A sweetness so nice

Instadeath by TW and John

Alone, walking down the alley
Rain dripping off an overhanging branch
Red light spills from a passing police car
Casting a shadow that climbs the wall

The searing siren slowly dies
As an eerie sense tickles my spine
A clap of thunder deafens my ears
I look to the safety of my phone

I can feel all my boundaries crashing down Followers go up but my smile becomes a frown
All I wanted was to feel I was watched
Only I’m concerned as likes get notched

I look around but no one’s there
Although this feels like a real nightmare
Something’s out there I cannot see
An evil presence creeping up on me

At the end of the alley is an open field
Such wide open space would be like a shield
Lightning strikes growing fears
Briefly shines on my crimson tears

Someone’s around that much I know
I can get to safety if I go
An arm on my shoulder, I scream and cry!
Who has been following me and will I die?

Bias

I don’t want to make this about “us” and “them”.

I don’t want to have a special preference for something just because I have put time, effort, and/or money into that thing.

I don’t want to think of any human being as being an “other”.

I don’t want to ignore new evidence because it’s different to my beliefs.

I don’t want to believe things whose evidence is all from the same source or methodology more than multiple sources and different reasoning.

I don’t want to rely on anecdotes and anomalies to prove something.

I don’t want to invent a relationship between two unrelated things.

I don’t want to believe something just because I think about it a lot.

I don’t want to make existence all about the human experience.

I don’t want to necessarily associate things because I have associated them before.

I don’t want to avoid thinking about things because they have never happened before.

I don’t want to inadvertently manipulate my life into being just my expectations.

I don’t want to assume I am less biased than anyone else.

I don’t want to assume that people who agree with one thing I believe necessarily share more beliefs of mine.

I don’t want to assign high accuracy to descriptions that are deliberately vague and wide.

I don’t want to assume something is true because it fits in with my current beliefs.

I don’t want to think I am in control of things that I am not.

I don’t want to overestimate how much other people have knowledge of my mental health.

I don’t want to assume others are more egotistical than myself.

I don’t want to think I can make consistent decisions at varying levels of tiredness and/or hunger.

I don’t want to assume that other people are more predictable than myself.

I don’t want to necessarily be more compassionate to fewer identifiable victims than more unidentified ones.

I don’t want to assume losing something is more impactful than having gained it.

I don’t want to appreciate an immediate benefit more than something that has a later payoff that is arguably more valuable.

I don’t want to ignore probability when making an uncertain decision.

I don’t want to prefer making a very small risk into zero risk over making a very large risk into a very small one.

I don’t want to draw different conclusions from the same information presented in different ways.

I don’t want to think of dread as outweighing the power of savouring.

I don’t want to assume the status quo is better than an alternative because it’s what I am used to.

I don’t want to assume that big events have big consequences.

I don’t want to doubt my actual talents and abilities in fear of being called a fraud.

I don’t want to favour opinions of people just because they are in the same demographic or group or situation of myself.

I don’t want to believe in a statement just because it has been made multiple times.

I don’t want to believe in a statement just because it has been made multiple times.

I don’t want to believe in a statement just because it has been made multiple times.

I don’t want to think knowing about bias is enough to overcome it.

we live for agony (yeah but me and who?)

i still want you
i need you in my life
i feel your smile
powering my heart

you say you are looking past your best
yet my key still fits in your lock
you say you’ll put us to the test
yet you’ve never put my head upon the block

you used to cry out all the time
but now you’re older you’re doing just fine
you’ve grown up in space and you gave up all your crime
it took an age but we got you across that borderline

i still want you
i need you in my life
i feel your smile
powering my heart

sing your favourite song
let me sing along
let’s be together
now and forever

i love you

What is?

What is?

Waking up feeling safe. Going to sleep feeling safe. Eating. Drinking. And laughter.

What is?

Appreciating my senses. Seeing the sky. Feeling the wind. Hearing the birds. Smelling the flowers. Tasting some fruit. Sensing space. Sensing my body tense and relax. Focusing on my breath.

What is?

Being loved. Loving others. Connections. Caring. Friendship. Non transactional relationships. Being grateful. Having capacity for understanding. Spending energy. Relaxing. Sex and masturbation.

What is?

Peace. Liberty. Freedom. Support. Healthcare. Social safety nets. Cooperation. Collaboration. Collective ownership. Representation. Diversity. Inclusion. Equity. Human rights.

Street Lights

I was just thinking about how existing street light infrastructure was at some point upgraded to replace inefficient lighting methods with modern LEDs so much so that I had a good look out of the window to admire their design, and then guess what, they turned on!

I am winning at life. That much is indisputable

seasonal punishment

closed up in a primal rage
lost the keys for my heart’s lock
what is it about summer that makes me feel so cold?
the isolation of waking up drenched in sweat in an empty house
if i don’t shower my skin cools with a subtle musk scent
a lost glimmer dies within the backdrop of inverse shadow
as i swim through the thick humid cloud that surrounds me
agitation is burning within me
lit by rays of a combusting glow

days are too long and the spirit is too weak
the fires die down ‘though water is too brief
light blinds my senses as my head rings
if i could rest it would be until autumn

alone around people with their sun charged vibes
oppression and heat beat down day and night
aloof and distant
unfriendly daze
i cannot escape this moment
excitement seems so far away
tiresome day
hastened night
combine until the wind blows once more
and i am free of this annual prison floor

tales from the kitchen

uncoated pan
clang and bang
processed fats
cat caught rats

what is good food
for your mood
for my friend
a treat to send

washing up bowl
aquarium shoal
home for fish
is not on a dish

kitchen wizard
freezer blizzard
cold cold meals
cheap cheap deals

eating a plant
having a rant
meat eating vet
around my pet

Summer

I mean this as a genuine complaint and in no way a troll towards people who suffer like this in reverse, but summer is dreadful, I hate it! Even on a rainy day it sucks.

Give me a lack of light, cold weather, opportunities to wear warm clothes. Warming up is much easier than cooling down, making things bright is much easier than making things dark.

I can’t cope with 17 hours of daylight. It’s too hot all the time, I’m uncomfortable, sunburned, constantly pouring sweat! My skin turns to shit, I am dehydrated and irritable.

Fuck this! My eyes can’t cope with light. It hurts my overheating brain. Everything and everyone seems to have loads of extra energy and are super active. It’s the opposite for me. I can’t function, at all.

Everything seems more aggressive and oppressive in summer. I am a sensitive person mentally and physically and I don’t like it. I wish I could fly north to escape. Birds have the right idea. At least I feel better for having a good moan.

/rant

Persuasive writing

Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Emotional trigger. Subjective opinion. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Unanswerable question? Subjective opinion. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Paradoxical aphorism. Subjective opinion. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Objective fact. Summary. Subjective opinion.

Purple Mutant Summer (inspired in part by Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci)

Purple mutant summer arrives with oppressive heat.
Roars of thunder echo across the land with authority.
Heightened emotions and free admission rollercoasters for all.
Until the sun sets accompanied by chirrups and the last buzz of the day.

All I can think of is production for him in the purple mutant summer.
All I know is working til breakpoint in the purple mutant summer.
All I want is capital and inequality in the purple mutant summer.

He pollutes our skies and burns our forests.
Sucks the ground dry and turns the sea to plastic.
He says he will make me rich if I pray to him and worship.
But I never ever see him in purple mutant summer.

I am trapped at home.
Silent and scared.
The storm is still going.
Our grievances unaired.

My cat can help me
As the trumpeter weeps
Meows in their sleep again
Screaming GET OUT OF MY DREAMS!

A not very well thought out, ugly theory about the goodness of art and nature

Beauty is a moments escape. To leave oneself and still exist. A marriage of our experience of consciousness with another’s.

Our temporary senses can be unlocked and used for assessing the world around us. To see or hear something and realise that life is not limited to our experiences is freeing. This is virtuous interpretation.

Skillful artists can replicate nature in a way that connects us with this wider concept. We forget ourselves and find beauty. We feel goodness.

I will stop writing now, my food smells ready, and I am hungry

Up In Your Face

Ugh

Guess who’s back?

Lowedges sounds like this!

I hope you stub your toe and trap your fingers in the door, want more?
Brush your teeth with dog poo, step on a plug, want a hug?
You can’t have one, coz you the kind of guy to shit in a diffuser and turn it up to max, that’s facts!
Relax? I can’t because I’m in your head, that’s what I said, rent free, that’s me!

Bring it on

I’ll shut your yappin, ears flappin, you look like King Charles at the block, take his head off!
Do you understand me? I don’t charge a fee, take notes, you’re a ghost, I’m your host, you ignore all that matters most!

You’re so loud they hear you on the moon, leaving so soon? I’m not done yet.
I’m the your worst nightmare, the baddest man you ever met, yes fret, you sket.
I’d abandon you if you were my pet, wet, out in the rain. No shame, lame, a coward defamed.
You’re a fake, all talk, never saw anything good in this world, I just hurled, up in your face!

I hope you get sand stuck between your teeth and your gum, no fun.
Even if you can still get it up I hope you feel nothing when you cum, I said no fun.

Reppin’ S8

That’s where I’m from. Now all of you shut up!

And listen to me.
I don’t fuck around, you lost, I found my voice, I won, my choice, I bossed and found, you’re dead, for fun!

Go suck on a lemon, you spanner!

Monotony

I really really enjoy the feeling of living the same day over and over. It reinforces feelings of happiness, comfort, safety, needs being met, no nasty surprises, etc. but when I have an exciting dream that’s surreal and weird or actually do something different, I am like “wow! I really am not living at all”

the procedure

i’m alone, i need some social interaction, but wait, here comes a thought:

”humans are the worst. i hope nukes rain down from the skies”

john! what the fuck was that!?

ok, whatever, use the procedure

what emotion was it?
was it appropriate?
was it real?
can you rationalise it?
does it have bias? if so, can you balance it?
why did you think that?
how you resolve it and prevent it happening again?
how do you feel now?
are you sure?
do you need some food/water?
do you feel safe? if not, tell someone.

you’ve done your best. accept it and move on

awhhh shit. here comes another thought, this is going to be a long day and i’m already exhausted

”people are ashamed of me for thinking such nonsense”

FUCK SAKE!

ok, whatever, use the procedure

(Afterthought, one week later: Do bad thoughts promote and encourage more bad thoughts? Or do good thoughts come from bad thoughts and bad thoughts come from good thoughts – the same way there is company to be had in solitude and solitude to be had with company)

First Love

I need to drown in your smile again
Your beauty untouched by cynicism
Don’t let me grind you down

My guilt and anxiety
Cleaves at me
Silently
Unwanted thievery
As I learned your ways

You taught me hope
And hope lifts me up
For that day tomorrow
That day that never comes

Stunned into inaction
A feeble attempt at living
You’d call it genuine
When I’d ruin the party

A horse walks past my kitchen
After the apples on my trees
You might’ve cooked for me
If I were a boy again
There’d be no problem
Upsetting at the table

Your undying heart never left me
I sank into myself
With those fragments I stole
Your sparkle and spirit
Saves me from myself
Always indebted
Always yours

Scissored Words

Lightning is lightening, briefly

Getting wet is a good start if you want to dry off

This vacuum only has one gear, MAX

Seven cynical succubi seduced me into having an evening cup of tea. No sleep. Shit.

She gives me that kitchen sinking feeling

The most effective steering mechanism of a boat is a Potentilla

Thematics example: Sound/Physical Feel/Emotional Feelings

The plate fell and screamed itself to pieces on the hard kitchen floor.
Her soft heart couldn’t take it anymore so it sobbed through the night.
She hated the way she looked even though she was beautiful when happy.
But she was rarely happy, her face was silent like solid stone.

All she wanted was some loud attitude, a confidence to lift her smile.
The gentle whisper of self love to melt the icy critic within.
She wanted the love she gave to her chosen few, all she could hear was sirens.
So she screamed like the plate to build herself again with a firmer foundation.

With you in the kitchen of primary colours

All of a sudden I collapsed
Fairies around my head
Blue birds in my beard
A fleshy bag on the floor

Leaking fluid a silhouette
In the sun rays upon the tiles
I’m sure one day you’ll be there
To pick me up and sit me down

My red number one fan
Far away in the sub tropics
Eat your favourite food
That will make me happy

United by cats and sadness
We are twins separated
By six thousand green miles
And only our waking lives

Thank you for all your love
Thank you for your patience

Kitchen Time Travel

Wassup, my guy?
This kitchen stinks,
Thoust no selfe respect,
Clean up bet, for if thee doth not,

Thou shalt rot.

Spores flye aloft the aire,
Forthy blyght dost linger upon þín walle,
Blæc fyne ond molde,
Swamm ond þá swarrinias.

Mín wēste cyćenan.

How to remember when it’s bin day

Try to stick to what you can control; your thoughts and your actions
To me we’re all one but you separate us into factions

Sing a song, you need to speak up, no solace in your silence
When you are attacked, scream loud enough to show your defiance

Argue with yourself, accept it all but don’t let your standards slip
Nature is fierce, let it happen, don’t underestimate it

So here’s what I recommend to you in life my dearest friend
Live in the now, you can finish without tying up loose ends

Mix up your pithy aphorisms with some obvious truths
Disrupt automatic reactions with startling out there blues

Feed everyone in your life, they’ll be happy with bellies full
Relax when on high alert, guard down, let your senses lull

Listen to the rhythm of everything around you, tune in
Listen for the chance to quieten people’s blustering, and win

Acceptance is the key to the door; of the room where there’s peace
Harmony is the piece you play loud; in the space where sounds cease

So go on your way, live for life today, remember bin day
So go on your way, live for life today, remember bin day

Father

Born of great strength
A gentleness to penetrate the coldest heart
From childlike naivety
Grows unconditional empathy

Responsibility and passion
Are opposite sides of the same coin

Quietly a guardian rises
Out of the ashes of his ancestors
An enormous oak
Cultivated from the most nurtured seed

A touch from the greatest roughness
Softly crafts unending compassion

The patient gardener
Is a master of continuous life giving water
The precise touch
Of calloused hands builds a safe sanctuary

Those who are used to the dark
Illuminate the path for loved ones

In the black void
Glow the eyes of the warmest love
Cold endurance
Softens the sound of ten thousand sirens

The greatest emotions one experiences
Often come from great physical prowess

The softness of the most effective caregiver
Can be as hard and full of potential as uncarved wood

So when you are cold and numb
When you are dense and unyielding
When you sit alone in the dark
You may be developing qualities

Of the mother of all things

Day 13704 (written a while ago)

Day 13704 on planet Earth.

Yet again I find myself sat alone in a room listening to structured melodic sounds watching a moving image of people hitting spherical objects around a very large green table with sticks whilst I drink tea and wonder what is happening in my life.

The Alarms That Ring True (Pithy Aphorism #1337)

Hey why is your voice getting louder and louder?
Are you ok? Do you want some help?
Silence will not change the world but please don’t deafen me.
I know this is not a quiet time for internal reflection,
So I will listen and I will be your mirror.

Truth will eventually win but the difficult part is lies are often louder.

So let the change come with a reasonable volume
Made of a great number of gentle voices, mirror upon mirror.
Let’s make it happen like it was done by nature itself
Like it was destined all along

Sound is born of silence
Brilliant light is born in the dark

DJ

Spin the black circles like a hypnotist
Keep me moving through the night
A beat worthy of Borscht
And sounds like puppet strings

I want to dance
Festive fever
Unbroken trance
Under your spell

I am an animal dancing
One of a select few

Beautiful Jin And Jun

Golden leaves like needles
The finest tips of springtime
Water a few minutes off the boil
You make everything better
Steep after steep
The flavour keeps climbing

You travelled far from Tongmu village
Nestled in the Wuyi mountains
A long way down the Silk Road
You fell into my teapot
Brew after brew
A potion for my headache

The Grey City

Drab grey concrete shared by pigeons and starlings
People bustling through in close proximity
The sky is closing in, says my feelings
Rain starts as I navigate anxiety

Some say they miss the comfort of feeling sad
That the sun never breaks the numb hazy clouds
With lies and conspiracy I don’t feel mad
This medicated daze is the fog that shrouds

Greyscale reality blurs what’s real and not
A new bold extension of my colourblind eyes
Despite this I now feed the pigeons a lot
In this overcast city you can hear my cries

Day/Night Kisscatch

Shadows dance in the morning light
Patterns on my wall for the cat
Chasing dreams outside the cave
I sit in stillness a lot now

Watching things move is a prison
Movement happens in pitch darkness
Gratitude that the sun still burns
Locked in, my sight sets me free

Roofing

In the library water is coming through the ceiling
Shhh! Weight of water is on my mind
It’s quiet enough to think clearly here, for a short time
Before I swim back home through the rain

Home is full of music and distraction from constant hums
The house feels heavy it might cave in
Under piles of rubble and possessions I am still the same
Just now I’m wet through without a roof

I’m Dizzy With Grief

My head spins like black plastic
Songs and tunes play in my mind
Stand up I feel dizzy
Lie down I feel much worse

Like unrooted trees I fall
In the winds of your soft breath
I see double flowers
I smell your long gone scent

I’m under your spell, falling
For your ideas of balanced thought
I weep for time we lost
Tears drop down to the ground

It’s bin day and it’s raining
The songs I wrote are playing
You don’t dance anymore
This steady beat does nothing

Prepare For The Worst (Poet In The World)

Can I relax?
I need something to drink
Taps have run dry
Without water no tea

Smash! Goes my mug
I’m so tired of praise
Feelings can wait
I need a cup of tea

Third times the charm
Biscuit tin empty again
I cannot see
What I’ll eat with my tea

I’ll go shopping
For my elevenses
Must satisfy
My need for snacks and tea

At last an idea
Thank the gods for my flask
Prepared yesterday
At last I drink my tea!

Three 4am haiku

When it all comes down
What’s left in your empty brain
Anything you dream

—-

What are you scared of?
Effects of humanity?
Be an animal

—-

Pour tea bath water
Into your favourite cup
Drink the benefits

Idiosyncratic Imagery (work in progress)

One final drink together under the placid moon
You died in my arms that night next to the still lake
Soon after the carefree clouds gathered below the heavens
Above strands of grass, willow trees and fallen flower petals

Farewell my friend, I will take the advice of many fine poets
And become a lonesome traveller on winter’s everlasting road
I’ll walk up the hills away from my ancestral hometown
Missing the bonds forged when I found you crying in the boudoir

Travelling across seas I feel a meloncholy motion rock me to sleep
This boat sailing north amid the dramatic snowfall
The wild geese flying above send me messages of home
Lost in a bubble in the night sky I awaken from this dream

So then, awake I find you, my friend, alive and well
My joy ploclaimed at length from atop the ancient fortress
Fate builds and abandons me as I reflect above the motionless lake
With you by my side, my love, near the city of spring

My Far Away Saviour

Lower me a hook to save me from the uncertainty
Give me the ultimate happy ending to believe in
Bribe me with charity and sell me your dreams guarantee
Scare me with torture if I don’t follow your rules therein

I’ve got much closer to heaven with each day that passes
But dreams of heaven will be for nought the day that I die
My part will end but life goes on for the countless masses
What are the lies you tell yourself to get to sleep and why?

We have the threats, the hypocrisy, the narcissism
The generational authority passed down with glee
Black and white sins of a greyscale world lest criticism
Violence and bloodshed in Gods name that stains history

So what now can save me? Hope from family or a friend
The virtue of doing my best even if that’s not a lot
Radical acceptance for my existence till the end
Emptying the mind and being grateful for what I’ve got

A Gifted Power: Your Ancient Childlike Wisdom

The look on your face, your raw emotion
The light in your eyes, your divine delight
I miss this the most, the parts you gave me
I would do it all, to see you again

The biggest heart, never ending smile
Pure sparkling joy, I’ll never forget
The calm I felt, when you were around
It’s part of me, mine forevermore

I promise to try my best to pass on your gift like you did to me.