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South African Bipolar Site
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| Where is my Winter of Discontent ? Written by "Alastair Bruce"- (Bipolar Disorder without depression)
I learn of this deep dark winter Terrifying their fragile minds Paralyzing the body into reclusive submission My darkness is short lived A rainy afternoon, a cold morning But once again I am on my journey My summer is colourful and shines bright Laden with wild and manic gestures My consciousness collides with its heroic foe Dreams come true, intuitions miraculously flourish An ultra-rapid cycler with no borders No fear exists, only understood Numbers and reasons make visual sense Ecstasy reins through my inflated veins A Child is saved, animals speak and listen Love exists in its purest red lustful form Serenity lies beneath like the calm sea My white pure light indicates to others That I am above it all, and they approach With anticipation and awe….yes I am!! Am I ?…. don't circularize this space Go with it, don't question, react, hurry For questions mean YOU don't understand For I WILL go alone and lose my mind once again This Fear alone is real, am I GOD or not? Is the answer love, A or Z, me or you, I or A A is the answer, Alastair, A the mighty one. Oh but no, love is and once you do, you too will love And learn to deal with this profound beautiful insanity called life….... | |||