Rumours

Choose not to believe
the lies and deceit
that deviants spread
and can’t be unsaid
A devil of deception
seduces their reception
with slanderous myths
of various trysts
They add to the absurd
from what they’ve heard
destroying minds
of an innocent kind
Exaggeration can kill
Can a liar feel
Is their conscious clear
when a victim is near
an edge of a gully
because of a bully
So don’t be naive
with what you believe
look at the source
and don’t be forced
into the game
of slandering a name
for the sake of fun
or disliking someone
With social media
it’s a lot easier
to make somebody bleed
by planting a seed
into empty shells
who don’t think for themselves
These people speaking
are just seeking
praise and attention
with no life to mention
Lies and rumour
a growing tumour
within our society
aiming for notoriety
It’s not clever
It’s no great endeavour
Help people, be kind
easing the mind
keep silent on the lies
Think with the wise.

Chris Chant 2018

Panic (Part two)

It’s dark
Imagination becomes a foe.
All of a sudden I crack – Snap,
Then lost in the commotion
the mind gets dense
unable to travel mentally
and my eyes are vice like shut.
Reached the pinnacle of panic
If I died now so be it – False statement
I know this can’t kill me
It just makes me stronger.
This anxiety is a passing shot
a warning with no substance
that used to never end
or that’s how it felt
.
As a scene in a film
the mind zooms back to focus
back to the beginning.
Open my eyes, slowly
I’m in reality now, real time
knelt to the floor but alive.
Nod appreciation to the helpers.
The episodes are shortening
as I’m learning
to cope with the bad days.
I remind myself
I bring on the fear
I can take it away.

Panic (Part one)

The chattering begins
Hands scratch at the noises – scrape, scraping
that brings itchiness and irritants
to this controlled invasion.
A mind built of glass
cracked at the foundations.
Lucid thoughts shatter houses.
The Scattering shards produce a prickly sensation
Trespassing in the brain
leaving jagged edges
and haunted images.
I can see the ghosts of shame
walking the corridors
accusing the past.
My silent screams scare no-one.
Walls closing in
evaporating my screams
suffocating my dreams.
I surrender to the torment
lying back on protruded thorns
that pay homage to the sacrifice.
Breath diminished, colludes with the flames
causing an energy collapse
which leaves the mind broken
to a body unclaimed.

Brick Wall

If I had to write this with compulsions
It would take a hour for each word
An empty shell with a story to tell
Thank heavens I can now be heard

Blurry lyrics or a collection of genius
My perception they all make sense
A messy mind had a complex calm
Writing this feels so intense

My lowest point, I’d be counting letters
Fragile with anger in my darkest hour
Turning pages a bittersweet torment
Anxiety risen, a story turned sour

Six months I’ve received this calm gift
Continued to put paper to pen
A thought stuck in the back of my mind,
Will my creative desire be grounded again?

Youth was hell, middle age is now
Although the middle feels like pretend,
Because what if this just six months relief,
Keep questioning how’s it going to end?

This thought really struck hard
A pool of water drowning my flair
The best way to be guided forward,
Is to make it real, stick it out there

A clear mind feels to good to be pure
Intrusive thoughts, a form of creative theft
If I couldn’t produce my written work,
My impression is, I’d have nothing left

I’m pleased my lyrics are not lost in translation
It’s where my silent mind has its speech
Forever fighting this fermenting stigma
I hope its helped someone, the people it has reached…

Pirates of the Soul

Swoops down seeking buried treasure
Love and angst, pirates of the soul
A timeless mutiny at the minds leisure
A trespassers paradise, a castaway troll

Violins play the music of the lost
Orchestrated wholesome, plays in a soft key
Capture traitors to the ailing, at any cost
Tsunami erupts as gallows blows free

Distracted and evaporated, starboard decks blown
Free will evacuated, biding its time
Life boat hatched, invasion well known
Waiting for the skirmish, waiting for the sign

Sails raised, waves carry ship to shore
Flags raised, revenge sets to board
Pirates pillage until truth reduced to crawl
Rescues flairs pulled and raised it soared

A shipwreck shattered but not broken
Released at last, steered from sharp reef
Small victory won but never spoken
Set sail again to ride the waves of grief.

Fade in Out

Looming Fear, an impending swell
Frightened roots deep where we’re stood
Split second dread, first threat to answer
Realtime emotions float like deadwood

Reality can’t be enforced by hand,
Laboured or willed by distorted hope
Sophisticated downpipes breathe in to motion
Time the saviour, God to fears pope

Skills of tolerance, a tip-toe diligence
Controlled assessment of sudden intrusion
Angst takes cover, panics to onslaught
Whispers fake truths to flood collusion

A cloned battle, a repeated saga
A duped program with a locked-in end
A million assaults fought and lost
The source is dread, an imitation friend

Protecting its presumed vulnerable keeper,
Fiend feels its first judgement is fact
Reset button admits no prolonged affect,
The flawed worn pathway holds intact

Patience is key to a durable resolve
New paths weaved, the old ones beckon
The hostile mind idles for a lifetime
This multiple event transpires in a second

Tolerate an uncomfortable vision,
Wait it out, for frights broken clasp
Patience and time is fears lone rival
For all eternity until the final gasp.

Mental health poetry

To be Loved

Choose life or a peaceful solitude,
But need sometimes outweigh the plan,
Passion is life pushing boundaries,
Obsessed with beauty held in hand

Sleepless nights and wandering,
The hunger seems to turn to greed,
When hit with beauty, can’t hold back,
Living with urgency excels the need

Usually hiding, now seen with you,
To miss a day seems a waste,
A retaliated look plants the seed,
Nights last kiss a long-lasting taste

Physical and mental restraint,
Jealousy raises its moody head,
Especially in younger years,
Fight or flight, I always fled

Options of being alone, no drama,
Paranoia, begin to question all,
How can they possibly love me back?
Have to trust, catch me if I fall

Vulnerable for all to see,
Willing to fight friends for no reason,
Becomes the forefront of life’s meaning,
Could burn the world and commit treason

Amazing what the soul will do,
A desperate heart begs and pleads,
Past thoughts act as an emotional bully,
Silently fight on as the soul bleeds

If you care then set them free?
Not natural to let life soar above,
If the pull is strong and you believe,
Never let go of that one true love.