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Poem - A Healthy Slice

A Healthy Slice

This is the bare simple brutal reality of having a mental health disorder such as bipolar… imagine the worst possible day of your life, with a lifetime’s worth of drama, pain and crap… that’s me… at 4:50 AM, laying there, unblinkingly staring at an unforgiving ceiling… almost every single day of my blessed-cursed life… and it’s only up and down from there… welcome to reality… here’s a healthy slice…

Poem - Normal Is The Disease Not the Cure

Best strap yourselves in for my latest poem, peeps... it tears the world a new one...

Hugs and happy vibes beaming to all...

 

Normal Is The Disease Not The Cure

Normal is the disease, not the cure...

Hi. Silenus here. [Waves cheerily]...

I have a genetic disorder, activated by life traumas... you may have heard of it... it's called bipolar...

It gets a lot of bad press from the well-documented voyeuristic cameras and gossiping tongues that define our sad and sorry bad press... celebrity excesses and meltdowns make for sensational inches of gossipy copy...

Bipolar is complicated... that's why it is called a disorder... it ruins lives and all that hoo-ha...

It is couched in terms of abnormality by science and the pharmaceutical industry... severe mood swings, depression, anxiety, obsessive behaviour, elevated moods, racing thoughts, near-uncontrollable energy... it all goes hand in hand...

Not within the normal range of moods and feelings and thinking... that's bipolar...

At its worst, bipolar can fall into psychosis... breaks from reality... very far from normality...

It is a disease to be this far removed from "normal"...

Cures must be found... medications tested and combined along the way on the medi-go-round...

Try to get cured not cursed... often things go from bad to worse...

Get back to normal...

Stop.

Can we just look at normal for a second? Try to see what this "normal" thing is that we are trying to get to? What is normal?

Normal is two megalomaniacal psychopaths circling each other in the biggest popularity contest of them all... [Cues the music]... let's all play "Who Wants To Be A President-Air?"...

Normal is the whole rotten corrupt political system all over the world... 'nuff said...

Normal is the whole insane concept of money... it gets used so often as an excuse... why can't we help the poor? We don't have the money... why can't we feed the starving? We don't have the money... why are our hospitals and schools crap? We don't have the money... why don't we fix the planet we trashed? We don't have the money...

Can I ask a pertinent question? What possible use is the whole limited human-created idea of money if it stands in the way of us fixing real problems and real suffering?

Normal is adherence to some kind of Religion... creating divisions where before there were none... schisms... my dad's bigger than your dad...

Normal...

Hmmmmm...

You almost had me at war, death and mindless destruction... that too, alas, is all part of "normal"...

Locking mothers, fathers and children up in illegal abusive offshore concentration camps for 3 years... even this has become what we see as "normal"...

I have found as a truth in my own life that the more "normal" I am in this insane psychopathic world created by supposedly normal humans, the less healthy I am...

Normal is the disease, not the cure...

Poem - Let Them Go

Let Them Go

These things are insane. They are killing us and the planet we live on. And yet they are only ideas we made up. Let them go... the concept of nations and borders - we are all from this one Earth... the concept of ownership - owning things owns you and creates conflict between those who have and those who have not... the concept of money - it does not make the world go round; instead, it is used as an excuse to do the wrong thing or to not do the right thing... These things are insane. They are killing us and the planet we live on. And yet they are only ideas we made up. Let them go...

Poem - A Turn Of The Key

A Turn Of The Key

I turned the key and opened the door,
All the time wondering what key and door were for;
The whole concept of property implies a lock and gate,
My, oh my, isn't our well-imagined world just great?
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Omg @Silenus...'support' yup hearing ya..I'm sorry your frustration on the wholeness made me laugh, despite your poor dad...but you are right...the world is all sorts of wrong at the best of times..😊😂

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@leia - I must say it made me laugh too...

I can rage about it or laugh about it... I choose the healthier option...

My dad sent me a copy of the death certificate...

I have since found out that the Internet service provider is actually half an hour's drive from where I live...

I will enjoy hand delivering a copy of my poem with the death certificate as I ask them the following question:

"You've been accepting cheques from my dad for 10 years as payment for the Internet connection, even though his name is not on the account. Why?"

Re: Poem - Normal Is The Disease Not the Cure

Hi @Silenus very nice poems. This is a summary/condlusion from an important research paper on the genetics of Bipolar Disorder. It would seem that genetic scientists are on the wrong track especially if Bipolar is also a complex personality that is needed in our world. God forbid we don't want to get rid of it. Imagine all of the ideas, creativity, and genious that would go with that, it is like throwing the baby with the bathwater. 🙂 

From Genetics of bipolar disorder by Escamilla and Zavala

 

It. is likely that over the next, decade, the field of bipolar genetics will shift, from the current emphasis on identifying the genes which play a. role in this disease, to understanding the pathophysiology of the disease from a new perspective (ie,by study of the pathways tied to the genes which play a role in the disease). Along with this work, we might also cautiously expect, that bipolar disorder may at. last begin to be understood to be a complex behavioral phenotype, with many components and subtypes. For a. “disorder” that involves some of the fundamental behaviors and experiences of relevance to the human race, including regulation of activity levels, the ability to feel euphoria and dysphoria, to control social impulses, to create, to have racing thoughts, and to over- or undervalue one's capacities, it is perhaps not surprising that the molecular underpinnings of the bipolar condition will prove to be complex and subtle, and span a. multiplicity of gene and protein networks. Indeed, the gene variants which contribute to bipolar disorder may have evolved because of their specific value in helping individuals or groups adapt to socially and physically challenging and changing environments. To understand the genetics of bipolar disorder may in the end, not be any less of a. task than to understand the genetics of human psychology and behavior.

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Oh my gawd...oh too funny @Silenus, that is insane...I love that you are giving them your poem. You MUST tell me how that day pans out...that's gold 😂👏💪👊!!!
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I've had time to bring my brain back to ground this evening. Phew!
All is silent around me ..relief, I love her black silence.
My brain racing was enough to fill the busy, bustling room earlier.
Before my partner left he watched me like a hawk.
I stopped to stare and looked at him as if to say what?!!
I felt my head getting ready to launch off!
Tally ho!!!

Thanks for sharing thoughts @Silenus.
It's nice to meet you 😊

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

There isn't a day that goes by 

that I just sit and don't cry

For I know what you said

and you're still in my head

 

I know you're my mum

but for now you're not number 1

i just wish that some days

you would let go of your craze

 

The hurt and the pain

it doesn't bring any gain

all it does is give grief

and it hasn't been that brief

 

I see now what you have done

but my children are number 1

you've hurt them too

but they will get through

 

And then there is dad

well you have made him mad

you have kept him away

but i know I'll see him one day

 

Parents are supposed to care

but what you've done isn't fair

if only i could scream

or maybe it's just a dream

 

So why do I cry

all the pain inside is going to fry

I still don't understand why

you don't stand by