I stood and took my bearings my mind bare of thought.
Into my view came a bear bearing a *******.
The ******* on the bear back was bare.
Barely had I seen them when their bearings altered.
Bearing straight for me I barely had time to bear away.
Beyond me now and bearing for the Bering Strait.
I watched a bare bottom and a bear bottom bearing straight for there.
Re-telling this is barely bearable and certainly more than most can bear.
I know not what became of the bear and the bare ******* but at least Ive got this stuff out of my head.... sorry if its left you bearing the pain.

Have you seen the mice all running, running in their wheel.
"Knowing" and "believing", what are delusions, to them is "real".
Rarely seeing other mice outside the wheel they're in.
Only time for thinking of keeping their own wheel on spin.
So happy and contented when they are spinning there.
So many trivialities that to them equal despair.
Keep the wheel a spinning, a spinning at a pace.
Never knowing that following circles just takes you to no place.
Mice ask me why I have no wheel and treat me as though I am lost.
I once did tread my wheel my delusions unable to sustain the cost.
Watching countless wheels without sense spinning on and on.
From beyond the wheel my delusions shattered, have now all gone.
Without a wheel there seems no purpose no reason to try and spin.
But once seen outside of wheels there seems no way to get back in.

I sought help from you and all your kind.
To fix the cracks formed in my mind.
I reached out because all was dark.
In desolation without a spark.
Consulting you because my mind had flipped.
I don't recall the name of pills on that script.
So many now that have come and gone.
So many kinds you've had me on.
My mind and body with side effect.
Years and years of that neglect.
Going cold while changing types.
Try something new with all its hypes.
Still waving like a drowning man.
And despite my plea no change of plan.
Is this all your education can do?
What really is the point of you?
Years of drugs and threats of E.C.T
Do you know the new cracks you made for me?
I wont medicate this stuff not one more pill.
Not one of my mental cracks did it fill.
Feeling better just being drug free.
Thank you Doc for helping me.

I sometimes take time to write a few lines of verse.
Quite often to express feelings to prevent them getting worse.
Often I express things that are there as thoughts in my own head.
Sometimes its just things that I feel have needed to be said.
I don't always consider the impact or repercussions of things that I may write.
And I don't seek to make it all rhyme as a way for me to seem all bright.
I find it the best way to express how conflicted I can feel.
Inside my head it helps my thoughts focus on what I see as "real".
You may not understand the emotions or maybe share my train of thought.
But I will write how I think and how I feel even if against things we've all been taught.
Its my way of expressing "truths" that I just need others to try and see.
In part an explanation of why I cant be the way others would like for me to be.
I write these lines as often as I am compelled to want to do.
To give understanding and to express the things my mind perceives as true.
Whether challenge or expression of lies life has forced me to be taught.
I use the writing of these words to patch the walls of my emotional fort.
I write the verse as a glimpse beyond my fragile fortress wall.
I do it so all can see my sanity was dented by its fall.
There is little I can do about the glimpses you may choose to see.
Knowing that what you spy beyond the wall is not every part of me.
The words are how I perceive the world not to influence thoughts in your head.
But maybe...you have some understanding of me... from these words that now are read.

As I grow much older and my senses begin to fade. My hearing never good.
I have come to ponder how we feel and think so alike in many ways.
Are we not the same? Do we not share dreams?
I have come to think we are all one soul.
So many people have shouted this at me over time.... "You are an Our Soul"....
I have come to believe it and I think they are too.

How can it be that your words describe what I have seen?
How can the words you write describe the path I have trodden?
Bumps and hills, hurdles, smiles... how do you know them?
Are my thoughts, experiences all so openly seen that you have access?
Were you following, reading minds, perhaps spying or stalking?
Even my thoughts and emotions in precise framing in your words.
Are you me in some other form I have until now never seen?
How can you understand me and know me when we have never met?
You were not there when I lived these things. How can you know them?
Our pathways in different lands, at different times and yet you write me.
How can we share these footprints and yet never meet?

A meeting place for souls.
A place long yearned for.
Where voices of souls can be heard and faces do not matter.
Perceptions long seen voiced out aloud for the first time.
All have voices here, telling and hearing things in whispers and shouts. Confronting, supporting, abrupt and with passion.
Exploring ideas and taking thought to word... sharing, caring, provoking, prompting, inspiring.
Even the darkness exposing hidden corners and giving illumination not just to those who dwell there.
Through different eyes to view and to see things as others do.
To challenge worlds and thoughts and deeds and to be challenged.
Strengthening spirits in common bond and causing them to touch.
Opinions challenged or affirmed, shared, exposed, familiar and the alien.
An expansive view that even Everest could not provide even at its peak.
Horizons expanded, explained, witnessed and encountered.
A world so wide that time would not allow a single soul to travel its vastness and to be witness.
A place where love and hope, fear and sadness through words can take on forms we all can see.
Inspiration, excitement, challenge, discovery and kindred spirits all reside here.
I like it here among these souls with voice and thoughts and ideas.
Too numerous to "like" them all but "like" them all I do.
Beautiful things can be seen for the first time and the eyes of others give me the eyes to see.
Veiled expression of things I have never seen giving hint and glimpses of scenes with meaning to others. Reminding me I will never see it all.
But here I see more than I have in so very long. Sights of laughter, sadness, despair and joy in a mixture so deep. Beautiful souls live in this place and I feel good when among them.