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My therapist told me to say “fuck the world” did I mishear him or did he say it in jest, no matter anyway I say it every day either way I was fucking impressed…..
The more I get better the more I get I get told, but that’s when there’s more paranoia involved.
He said my old friends will be my demise, but most of them are me in disguise, he looked at me and I was like, what are you suprised? I know my own mind please be advised.
Keep taking your meds he said they’ll help you relax, if I keep on taking them Doc im gonna fucking collapse, or run streets swinging this axe, let’s get this straight, don’t read the label learn the facts.
He said your wife is neurotic and you are borderline pshycotic you may benefit from a stay on the ward. Say that…

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Love (III) by George Herbert

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack’d anything.

“A guest,” I answer’d, “worthy to be here”;
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”

“Truth, Lord, but I have marr’d them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”
“My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
So I did sit and eat.

I Choose The Mountain by Howard Simon

The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer

The massive mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A much more difficult path
To get up the slippery bend

I cannot choose both
I have a choice to make
I must be wise
This will determine my fate

I choose, I choose the mountain
With all its stress and strain
Because only by climbing
Can I rise above the plane

I choose the mountain
And I will never stop climbing
I choose the mountain
And I shall forever be ascending

I choose the mountain

Nature Inspired Haiku

I went for a walk up the Deri mountain (really just a large hill!) with a couple of friends, March 2014. I took this photo:

Sunlight Shining Through the Trees

When I got home I was inspired to write this Haiku poem about this scene:

Electronic lens darkens
Serendipitous
Silhouette of trees

On the same walk I saw crows gliding on the thermals in the blue sky. I was amazed when they suddenly brought in their wings and span really fast… they reminded me of warplanes, hence this haiku:

Crows on thermals
Turning fast –
Warplanes of nature

If you want to learn to write Haiku poetry, try out this excellent web page: http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Haiku-Poem

(Copyright MEN HEAL 2014)

The Special One by Mike R

A special smile,

A special face,

A loving person, no-one can replace,

A loving nature kind and true,

One in a million that is you.

 

But thoughts of you are quietly kept,

For you are too special for me to forget,

There’s a place in my heart no-one can fill,

It belongs to you, and always will.

 

Notes:

This was another poem written by a member during our poetry session. He said he had written it a couple of years before. This was another poem that deeply moved me. I think when you meet the author of a work and they explain it to you, it is far more moving than just reading a poem from a book.

Schizophrenia Poem by Alun J (South Wales)

Schizophrenia’s something I don’t believe exists

It’s just a vivid mind that bends and sometimes twists

It only is a problem when behaviours become strange

When ideas and perceptions exceed the normal range

 

Our lives have taken different routes, that’s one thing you’ll agree

But sure as day turns into night, we’ll reach our destiny

We have to keep on reaching for what we want inside

Enlightenment and ecstasy, our place in space and time

 

Notes:

Alun was a member of the previous incantation of this men’s group. One day we had a poetry session and he wrote down this poem which he had written years before. I found it very moving and it has stayed with me every since. Thanks for sharing this with us Alun, you are very talented.

Mike

If by Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

A reading of this poem by Tom O’Bedlam: