You've a lot to answer for Sadie Ross,
Sleepless nights; who gives a toss ?
Anchored down with depression,
Unpredictability all around,
Sentenced to self execution,
Some are lost and never found.
You've a lot to answer for Sadie Ross,
Just who you are, we're at a loss,
Yet you decide who lies awake,
Who is cold and who is hot.
You could cause a heart to break
in this ward where sanity's sought.
A mind possessed by worries and fears,
A young life, when counted in events,
not years. Her body is as foreign to me
as a walk upon the moon would be.
While she sits deliberating,
I grow old, sitting waiting.
As the nurse treatment renders,
The psychiatric mind meanders
to and fro, high and low,
Bobbing and weaving, always deceiving.
But as one, they all agree,
I shouldn't be here, no not me !
You've a lot to answer for Sadie Ross,
You let everyone know who's boss,
A 16 hour day with no respite
followed by a longer night.
This ward where nurses are all forgiving,
Full of patients too concerned with life
to get on with living,
Yes, you've a lot to answer for Sadie Ross, Sadie
Ross, Sadie Ross...
Jack Harvey
Tiles
Earth creature struggling in a sea of mud,
Lost in its maze-like tributaries.
Other faceless beings merge into nothingness,
A million brown eyes or more,
Wink knowingly.
Nudge one another gleefully,
Welcoming reluctant jester.
The present faces into past obscurity, Time rides with silver spurs,
And waits for no man.
Nomadic breeze revives dulled senses, Quells the meanderings of a fevered brain.
Vast tidal wave relief, surges forward, Carrying all in its wake.
Freeing pitiful flotsam,
Anchored so fast
Light the great healer beckons,
This is the way out
My inspiration:
The vast complex of brown-tiled walls
and corridors in hospital.
Terri Fisher
Love song
You woke her in
the middle of the night
'I had' you said 'to say
I love you in a song.'
'sod off. you lunatic.'
she said. softly.
Brendan Mcmahon
Endless journey
Wondrous beauty
Ecstasy
Flying past
Like a bird on the wing
Never stopping
Flowing
As a river
To the sea
Time
Endlessly flowing
To oblivion
Craving
The still pool
Of security
Thunderclouds looming
Life
In its infancy
Shifting shafts
Of sunlight
Caressing
Striving
Emotions leap
Hungry
For love, for life
Motion
Constant twilight
As a new damn
Fades
Into the distance
Of fate
Unknown darkness
And light
The power of
Belonging
Of being one
With all
Acceptance
Of death
Of life
Nirvana.
Christopher Beecham