Shirley from Purley,
was a bit of a girly
Sylvester, from Leicester,
pestered Esther,
he professed that he did it,
simply to test her

In what order, should I read my Nietzsche                                                      
How the **** should I try and reach ya
Try to communicate, accused of tryin to teach ya
Beyond good and evil, now I’m a preacher

Havin’ fun with Friedrich
Sic erat scriptum
Syphilitic reasoning
Dominus vobiscum

Philosophy, Biology doesn’t feature
After all, we’re all despicable creatures
Battery farmed, intent on goodness
All of us failing, except for Jesus

Exercising mind control and thought patrol
What were you trying to teach us?
The purpose is to procreate
No additional features.

It’s not for me to explain
but it is for you to comprehend.
Empathy? that is always your choice…
please, listen hard… to more than the voice.
Come and feel this icy cold water,
how the silent rocks slash and tear at my feet,
how the incessant current tries to drag me under,
and how my isolation expands in a heartbeat.
Feel the panic as the waves crash over my head
burning through my eyes, making me blind,
feel my arms and legs,as heavy as stone,
Come with me Counsellor … into my mind.

is it white
is it red
does it sleep in bed
is it blue
is it pink
can you tell it what to think
is it round
is it elliptical
is it slightly sceptical
is it political, satirical, natural or factual
could it be conceptual or is it actually actual
is it purple
is it green
and can it be seen
is it indigo
is it black
so when’s it coming back
is it smooth
is it spikey
the latter, more than likely
is it angry
is it sad
and is it really bad
is it brown
is it beige
what’s its real age
is it grey
is it yellow
do we think it’s gonna mellow
or is it just orange?

I have nothing but contempt for my nature
And my self-imposed subordination
Always with the best intentions
To offer what I could
Misconstrued and misunderstood
The constant cause of friction
Wherever I stood
incapacitated in my isolation
incarcerated by my rumination

For the sake of congruence and honesty…
I can’t see past the fetid belch
of regurgitated thoughts.
Sickened by text book humility,
patronised by plastic empathy.
An original concept might not **** you
you’re an affront to Human dignity.
Person centred; the caring profession,
at odds with my apparent aggression,
I’m not an idiot, stupid, weak willed,
I’m the same as you … just mentally ill.

Incarcerated.
my brother in love
Isolated.
my brother in love

In whose name is this justice served?
A tragedy.
A travesty.
The measure of Humanity?

Constantly abused.
my brother in love
caged; like a dog
my brother in love

yet, precious art flows from your soul
the face of my newly born son
In our God, our vision is one

Unjustly confined.
my brother in love
kept in darkness
my brother in love

I send you light
and I send you strength
My brother…
In love.