Teardrops Close In.

Teardrops close in on a surrealism and juxtaposition dilemma
Royalties from fractions of thought that caused a voice in me
Awarding my insanity to flourish with the balance of a falling tree
You see, I see a door and ask it to open but it leaves me shaken
I took a step outside where I knew I could lose my ageing mind
Dr won't you do to me what you do but give me one more chance
I rode my 3 wheel bike and saw Mary Poppins popping in next door
The days turned into nightmares and the nights became an echo
Sitting in Broadmoor feeling the situation is handcuffed together
The intoxication to ostracise my whole existence seemed to flower
White coats strapped underneath my body of a freaked psychotic dance
Where a dribbling speech caught whispers lighting up in the dark
Those windows locked up with 4 bars telling the world to be quiet
As in a silence of remorse because there was never any intentions
Breaking down the stripes on my shoulder lowering my temper to cry
Raising sins in a pocket full of headaches pleases the relief of it
When the English language has become far more elaborate than LSD
Where did mother go in a raging thought amongst a fathers threats
The thunder in my head remains to thwart amongst my confused art
Things running towards my life like characters from Harry Potter
The rats tearing up inside tormenting the edge of my delusion
Then when I took a bath with no water Victoria Falls washed out
My stepping stones had vanished into this drowning scream of tears
Hitting the bottom of the India's raging Mekong murky waters
Meetings with the illusions which became my very best friends
And the sound of God pacing across my heart yelling out for help
Books I managed to pick up to rip out the parts that were real
Caught in between a dozen personalities where I wore them well
Laying in bed sweating ferociously dreaming in another world of mine
Angel dust primrose heart was asking if I could ever fall in love
I thought Lord Byron's madness quite light in the fact he was nuts
In writing another word that word turns to a delight of intellect
Vibes vibrating through the nerve endings of my invisible lives
Touching voids where we all meet up and converse about psychiatry
Fear of jumping off the San Fransico bridge never really mattered
My pens magic when I write is leaving something for history to read
Men are appearing to be clowns in town when there is no circus on
Forgetting, remembering, chasing, losing, worrying and threatened
This illness is killing the emotions in reality that can fade away
So I kneel before the altar and look up to Jesus Christ in despair
He shout's down with a thunderous roar of interrogation commands
I light a candle and say a prayer to myself in the hope of normality
Then the hand of God touched my mind with something so sublime
Majestically teasing the rainbows I had discovered to be colourless
Full stops at the beginning of whatever I was saying ended right here
Working on the theory of re-writing history for the seventh time
Is where the paper ran into difficulties by jumping out of line
All the flowers I planted in the backyard had all died of a cold
And where were you mama when I asked you to help me stop dying
If I could buy summer I bought July with many a day went by
With everything, I thought that was half of hell was Heavens lot
Hunt me down like brothers prayers and say its good night or not
The lust for life that I forgot had beckoned in a calling lost
The start of nothing new became the loosing of everything I knew
A devils noose hangs from hell which fell from Heavens heart
Causing bleeding to river up a stream of flowing dangerous pain
Finding beauty in other dimensions with universes looking vein
A fakery in me is honest enough to admit that I am one of those
Wearing daffodils on my fingertips so poetry can type in flowers
But the cliffs of Dover sailed away to Rotterdam on Sunday noon
Where I drifted with the waves of hope-giving into what is
The gain I dream of is giving the world a chance to live
And that in all of us I give from God himself is to be okay.