Depression
Why is it that every step I take
happiness eludes me no matter which direction I travel.
When I find happiness, I embrace it
and cherish the feeling because I know
that this happiness will not last long.
I am virtually always in a state of
quasi-depression or so pensive
I know not what goes on around me.
So deep in thought it is trance-like,
almost meditative.
Meditation is beneficial but, alas, my thoughts are not.
I listen to the sounds of the bush
trying to shake off darkness and absorb nature
yet I find I am near obsessed about
the darkness in life, not the joy.
the death in the world, not the life.
The world we are killing as it gives us breath.
with every breath we take we are on the verge of death.
the brink of destruction.
If we have not started to, we will soon fall headlong
into the chasm of doom.
The chasm we created and are continually expanding.
Special Effects
The effects of love
are many and strange.
it can drive a man crazy
at the mere thought of searching,
and yet while the search
might induce depression,
and a feeling that he is so alone,
love can save him from
a depression so deep and dark
that Death would be welcome.
Love can drive a person
to say or do almost anything
to be with their object d’amour
Love can bring both sanity and insanity.
A man can think he is in love
at any time of his life,
but he shall know when
he is truly in love,
He will feel it in his whole body.
His mind will be taken by the image of his love.
And however full and strong my heart,
I beg of you take care,
you hold my heart with heart and soul,
However, my body is bare.
Escape
Why is it that an escape is often necessary?
A problem occurs and so,
instead of dealing with it
we escape into oblivion through alcohol,
drugs and tv
can’t we just deal with our problems
and be done?
No.
Society dictates we must escape our problems
on a constant basis.
we are all constantly running from something
whether we know it or not.
Not even on the day of our death
are our problems resolved.
Not through tears, begging, or violence.
The only way to solve our problems is to deal with them.
Not escape.
Surrender is not an option.
When we escape our problems,
we are waving the proverbial white flag.
We must begin to solve,
not continue to run.
Fire
Fire, the passionate beast,
an all consuming entity
unto itself.
flames licking, devouring
that on which it has
been given to feed
gorging itself, but never satisfied.
charring, singeing, burning.
We have tamed it to a degree,
yet if we should lose control
of such a force, the dæmons loosed,
all that shall remain are
warm memories of our lives
and the glowing remenants
of the devil himself.
Friends
Friends are there when you need them most.
A shoulder to cry on,
someone to tell your problems to.
No matter how depressed I am,
I will always have my friends to count on.
And I will honour them by returning the favour.
With my friends I feel loved, needed, wanted.
they offer me advice and I will listen.
I talk to them, and they listen to me.
we might not share common goals in life,
but I love them just the same.
my friends are my life, and they keep me sane.
Hurt
Life is beginning to hurt.
It hurts when you tell
someone the truth.
And they don’t believe you.
But the hurt is unbelievable
when it is someone you care about
who doesn’t believe you when
you say I love you. And it is true.
There is a woman I love with all
my heart and soul, whom I thought believed me.
This lady dragged me out of
depression and happiness was almost
within reach, but now,
the tides have turned
and happiness eludes me once again.
I have never lied to you.
So why do you not believe me now?
Illness
I cannot stand to see my friends ill.
Especially those who are close to my heart.
it pains me to know that while
I am in reasonable health
one of my dearest friends is not.
How I wish to be with her,
to comfort and to hold her.
To banish her virus which pains her so.
When I think of this dear friend of mine
and how she has helped me,
if only I could return the favour.
Then my love she’ll see.
Sure I love all friends of mine,
but for my love she need do naught.
Naught, of course, but one.
this one thing she can do
is to breathe and love again.
do you love? I think you do.
I shall do the same
