She sees with her soft heart her lover laying bare. So tender the stare, they embrace drawing near. In each other they discover their deep desires. A passion so strong we would all lust and admire. She sees with her gentle heart her lover being kind. So tender the touch, all the heaven stars align.
I have just spent the last week travelling on The Bipolar Express. The train is fuelled by glorious, premium high octane juice and heads straight to Fuckville. Destination Fuckville is a place where confidence is endless and every idea is a bloody good idea. Where super ego’s party by throwing their energy into good times.Continue reading “The Bipolar Express”
The last few years I’ve had to face my demons with Bipolar. I have made many changes in my life to combat the rollercoaster of moods. Mainly, regular exercise at the gym, food and diet and no drugs or alcohol except in very small does on very limited occasions. During our first lockdown during warmerContinue reading “A manic bipolar episode”
They say you wouldn’t like me because theColor of my skin. They had you grow up thinking that my pigmentWas a sin. Instead of showing truths; that we come fromRulers and Kings. They made you hate my outsides, instead ofLoving what’s within. By Alphonso Clarke who is currently incarcerated. Recently I have started writing toContinue reading “B.L.M.”