Posts Tagged ‘psychosis’

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Solitary Man
Dead inside
Aching all over
Fading away for want of a good woman
When will you come, insatiable one?
Woman with eyes of fire and sensuous curves
Woman of wisdom with gorgeous hips and pouting lips
Woman with ripe breasts and marvellous hips
Woman from my deep unconscious, loving and healing with abandon
Woman- a heavenly angel who burns down my personal hell

Solitary man
Bent and rendered kinky by loneliness
In a room with precious cuddly guinea pigs
Unhygienic trash and garbage all over the place
Miscellaneous crap on the floor
Dirty coffee cups and plates
Full ashtrays and empty energy drink cans
Underpants drying on top of the TV

Solitary Man
Trying not to listen to the song of solitude in his heart
Blocking it all out with beers, bongs and fags
Anxious and depressed beyond rational thought
Skirting psychosis in paranoia
Getting weirder and weirder inside his mental psych ward
Longing for love in mastarbatory moonlight
Pacing the room with his balls blue as the sky
Scratching and scraping the bones of reality

Solitary Man
Imploding

cure
One time in the nineties The Cure were coming to town
The Cure were so cool, probably best in the eighties but still a potent force for black trousers and dancing in the dark to dispel fears of normality
My mates and I decided to line up five days before tickets went on sale at the Entertainment Centre
There were amazing people there in the line, all dressed in black, icicle cool and groovy
Boys and girls with black eyeliner celebrating all that is dark
I played Cure and Nick Cave songs on my guitar and flirted with the gorgeous gothic women
I almost fell in love with one of them as she held my head in her lap
And every day there were people going up and down the line selling acid and pot
I dropped strawberry acid trips five days in a row and didn’t have one bad trip
Timothy Leary would be proud- set and setting were perfectly divine
Time was totally distorted, I blinked my eyes and hours passed, but a minute could be an extended eternity
In every precious moment sunlight was transforming the world into diamond speckled water-colour abstractions and tessellating patterns of colour were everywhere
I could see little pixie people, dressed in black running all over the place and the Akashic records of my every thought and impulse scrolling out before me
Then I could see a thousand time-lines of a thousand intertwined souls reverberating to the music of the spheres
A glimpse of eternity in every moment and at night the stars were mutating into oscillating fractals of mutant energy and light
I saw thousand foot high monsters with hundreds and hundreds of eyes but I wasn’t scared
The power cables that set the universe in motion became visible and formed intricate patterns in the air
But when I went home, and had the tickets I was overcome by a peculiar sensation
I suddenly thought I was Birthday Party era Nick Cave and covered my stack-hat with poignant desperate poetry
Then I put it on, refused take it off and started sprouting profound gibberish of black nights dancing to Sisters of Mercy, desperate death lurking at every corner and mad conspiracies of angelic gothic women whispering my name to bring down Moloch
I wasn’t making much sense so my parents took me to the hospital
They gave me some pills and I fell asleep, still wailing the military industrial complex and the police conspiracy to destroy fun in my twisted brain
When I woke up in the morning they said I had had a drug induced psychosis
I didn’t learn any lessons and when the time for the concert came I dropped acid again
It was tremendous I could see sound and hear the colours howling secret melodies of the night
But I did forget who the guy singing with the funny mop of hair was for a while