I woke up in the wrong world today
my eyes deceive my heart
the sky is tomorrow's
and the air belongs last week
Just the same as them, I am in the wrong place
it should be earlier today
I should be walking out as the sun rises
on a frosty morning
with a group of people,
relying on me to be there
perhaps if I close my eyes again
I'll be relocated
put back in a world I should have found
And so I sleep to try to find today again
to no avail
it is dark when I awake
and they have forgotten I exist
To stop being relied upon
is so much worse than disappointing them…
21-11-2004
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LEF
is always drawing, usually subversively and unexpectedly in public places, makes films, likes sounds, also writes things, lots.....
* 'Medical' terms have been stolen and often used here for my own distorted purposes to try and explain my own experiences.
I am not a doctor and this blog is not a diagnosis!
Despite attempts over the last few years, no medical diagnosis of my fatigue has been made. As for mental health issues, the new name Bipolar Disorder is now the medically correct term - so I claim ownership of the name "Manic Depression" and make no apologies for using it to describe my states of mind.
Perhaps I am just incurably artistic... and I seek no remedy!
*LEF
Pieces of perception poetry from 1999 onwards that are far more expressive posted here than left for any longer in the bottom of that cardboard box! Life is too short to keep the box shut - no matter what comes out.
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LEF
is always drawing, usually subversively and unexpectedly in public places, makes films, likes sounds, also writes things, lots.....
Perception Poetry
Multifaceted-eyes
attempts to archive a selected spectrum of works that are far more expressive being in here than in the bottom of a cardboard box!
Why was ten years of writing hidden in a box? Read the Story - Comments are welcome ....or sign the guest book
Confused? The chronology of posts is out of order, blogging from old pieces of writing - to see it sorted by the year it was written - click below on Facets: 1999 - onwards, or refer to the list of all the writing on this blog.
attempts to archive a selected spectrum of works that are far more expressive being in here than in the bottom of a cardboard box!
Why was ten years of writing hidden in a box? Read the Story - Comments are welcome ....or sign the guest book
Confused? The chronology of posts is out of order, blogging from old pieces of writing - to see it sorted by the year it was written - click below on Facets: 1999 - onwards, or refer to the list of all the writing on this blog.
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* 'Medical' terms have been stolen and often used here for my own distorted purposes to try and explain my own experiences.
I am not a doctor and this blog is not a diagnosis!
Despite attempts over the last few years, no medical diagnosis of my fatigue has been made. As for mental health issues, the new name Bipolar Disorder is now the medically correct term - so I claim ownership of the name "Manic Depression" and make no apologies for using it to describe my states of mind.
Perhaps I am just incurably artistic... and I seek no remedy!
*LEF
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