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But for the whispering voices, but for their whispering choices…

Dear Friends,

While stretching my craft, I thought I’d step into character; a schizophrenic in Victorian England.

The experience has been enlightening, if a little disturbing, but above all enjoyable, but that’s literacy…

Therefore, a piece of pure fiction – really?  Oh, I’ll let you decide…

Steve

Twas the voices in my head – No, not I but them, they and me

mental-illness-pyschosis

The voices are in my head
Pic Courtesy: /healthculturesociety.wikispaces.com

Twas I a lonely lad

Without a friend – sad

But for the whispering voices

But for their whispering choices

§

They whispered steal cash

They whispered rip and dash

Twas the voices in my head you see

Their voices in my bed – not me

§

Together we’re a serial killer

Together we’re a real thriller

But twas not me, I cry

Twas my friends, not I

§

I recall the day they were born

While I lied, blamed and scorn

The demise of my loved one

Beneath the rising sun

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

May get better my Mother did say

May get better my Father did pray

But as their voices scream out – I sigh

But why can’t you hear them? – I cry

§

Tis the voices of the faithful dead

Ravaging, raging through my head

We’ve committed many a murder you see

No! Not I; but them, they and me

§

As I awaken beneath the rising sun

Torn flesh, bloody mess and an empty gun

I scream at the voices in my head and cry

Oh dear God, what have we done?

Oh dear God, why oh why oh why?

§

Please father forgive our sin

For I truly loved my next of kin

For they committed the murder you see

No! Not I, but them, they and me

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

For as they lied and plotted; I did rue

For I tried to stop, left you many a clue

For I just wanted them caught

Because I was so very distraught

§

For twas I wanted you to catch

While bodies burnt wit a match

I feared the faithful raging undead

Feared the unfaithful rage in my head

§

And as they made me bludgeon

Spilt blood with his own truncheon

You must lock us away I did say

Within your deepest, darkest dungeon

§

For twas not I, but them, they and me

For twas not I, but together you must see

That we’ve been one bloody serial killer

That we’ve been a real dirty evil thriller

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

And finally you found my new clue

Thankfully as our penance so long overdue

And so now we’re all wrapped up tight

I lay here mourning from noon till night

§

Lay like tied infants in a cot

Lay awake as more evil do they plot

The voices of the faithful dead

Raging, nagging through my head

§

And as I lay awake that night

While others scream and fright

I listen till the early morn

Of other voices of the scorn

§

“For tis time to leave nay,”

Two men in white coats say

With their bloodied, torn seams

Dragged beyond other’s dry throats

From a night of such awful screams

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

As we walk beyond the stench

Of the awful grizzling Wench

“Stand there,” He doth say,

“For no last rites you deserve

As no souls did you preserve”

§

With no time left to pray

I hear a rasp, then a gasp

And with no slack, a crack

§

For the voices I knew would stay

Were it not now for today

As our heavy body does sway

And my mind drifts away

§

Father tucks me in and doth pray

And my Mother’s soft voice does say,

“My dear your only real friends

Are those whom Jesus sends.”

§

For I now know, heart aglow

As they scream and I do sigh

That today is the day

The day that we will die.

© SR Clarke X

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Posted by on June 29, 2014 in Poetry

 

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But for the whispering voices, but for their whispering choices…

Dear Friends,

While stretching my craft, I thought I’d step into character; a schizophrenic in Victorian England.

The experience has been enlightening, if a little disturbing, but above all enjoyable, but that’s literacy…

Therefore, a piece of pure fiction – really?  Oh, I’ll let you decide…

Steve

Twas the voices in my head – No, not I but them, they and me

mental-illness-pyschosis

The voices are in my head
Pic Courtesy: /healthculturesociety.wikispaces.com

Twas I a lonely lad

Without a friend – sad

But for the whispering voices

But for their whispering choices

§

They whispered steal cash

They whispered rip and dash

Twas the voices in my head you see

Their voices in my bed – not me

§

Together we’re a serial killer

Together we’re a real thriller

But twas not me, I cry

Twas my friends, not I

§

I recall the day they were born

While I lied, blamed and scorn

The demise of my loved one

Beneath the rising sun

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

May get better my Mother did say

May get better my Father did pray

But as their voices scream out – I sigh

But why can’t you hear them? – I cry

§

Tis the voices of the faithful dead

Ravaging, raging through my head

We’ve committed many a murder you see

No! Not I; but them, they and me

§

As I awaken beneath the rising sun

Torn flesh, bloody mess and an empty gun

I scream at the voices in my head and cry

Oh dear God, what have we done?

Oh dear God, why oh why oh why?

§

Please father forgive our sin

For I truly loved my next of kin

For they committed the murder you see

No! Not I, but them, they and me

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

For as they lied and plotted; I did rue

For I tried to stop, left you many a clue

For I just wanted them caught

Because I was so very distraught

§

For twas I wanted you to catch

While bodies burnt wit a match

I feared the faithful raging undead

Feared the unfaithful rage in my head

§

And as they made me bludgeon

Spilt blood with his own truncheon

You must lock us away I did say

Within your deepest, darkest dungeon

§

For twas not I, but them, they and me

For twas not I, but together you must see

That we’ve been one bloody serial killer

That we’ve been a real dirty evil thriller

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

And finally you found my new clue

Thankfully as our penance so long overdue

And so now we’re all wrapped up tight

I lay here mourning from noon till night

§

Lay like tied infants in a cot

Lay awake as more evil do they plot

The voices of the faithful dead

Raging, nagging through my head

§

And as I lay awake that night

While others scream and fright

I listen till the early morn

Of other voices of the scorn

§

“For tis time to leave nay,”

Two men in white coats say

With their bloodied, torn seams

Dragged beyond other’s dry throats

From a night of such awful screams

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

As we walk beyond the stench

Of the awful grizzling Wench

“Stand there,” He doth say,

“For no last rites you deserve

As no souls did you preserve”

§

With no time left to pray

I hear a rasp, then a gasp

And with no slack, a crack

§

For the voices I knew would stay

Were it not now for today

As our heavy body does sway

And my mind drifts away

§

Father tucks me in and doth pray

And my Mother’s soft voice does say,

“My dear your only real friends

Are those whom Jesus sends.”

§

For I now know, heart aglow

As they scream and I do sigh

That today is the day

The day that we will die.

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on September 8, 2013 in Poetry

 

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Twas the voices in my head – No, not I but them, they and me…

Dear Friends,

While stretching my craft, I thought I’d step into character; a schizophrenic in Victorian England.

The experience has been enlightening, if a little disturbing, but above all enjoyable, but that’s literacy…

Therefore, a piece of pure fiction – really?  Oh, I’ll let you decide…

Steve

Twas the voices in my head – No, not I but them, they and me

mental-illness-pyschosis

The voices are in my head
Pic Courtesy: /healthculturesociety.wikispaces.com

Twas I a lonely lad

Without a friend – sad

But for the whispering voices

But for their whispering choices

§

They whispered steal cash

They whispered rip and dash

Twas the voices in my head you see

Their voices in my bed – not me

§

Together we’re a serial killer

Together we’re a real thriller

But twas not me, I cry

Twas my friends, not I

§

I recall the day they were born

While I lied, blamed and scorn

The demise of my loved one

Beneath the rising sun

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

May get better my Mother did say

May get better my Father did pray

But as their voices scream out – I sigh

But why can’t you hear them? – I cry

§

Tis the voices of the faithful dead

Ravaging, raging through my head

We’ve committed many a murder you see

No! Not I; but them, they and me

§

As I awaken beneath the rising sun

Torn flesh, bloody mess and an empty gun

I scream at the voices in my head and cry

Oh dear God, what have we done?

Oh dear God, why oh why oh why?

§

Please father forgive our sin

For I truly loved my next of kin

For they committed the murder you see

No! Not I, but them, they and me

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

For as they lied and plotted; I did rue

For I tried to stop, left you many a clue

For I just wanted them caught

Because I was so very distraught

§

For twas I wanted you to catch

While bodies burnt wit a match

I feared the faithful raging undead

Feared the unfaithful rage in my head

§

And as they made me bludgeon

Spilt blood with his own truncheon

You must lock us away I did say

Within your deepest, darkest dungeon

§

For twas not I, but them, they and me

For twas not I, but together you must see

That we’ve been one bloody serial killer

That we’ve been a real dirty evil thriller

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

And finally you found my new clue

Thankfully as our penance so long overdue

And so now we’re all wrapped up tight

I lay here mourning from noon till night

§

Lay like tied infants in a cot

Lay awake as more evil do they plot

The voices of the faithful dead

Raging, nagging through my head

§

And as I lay awake that night

While others scream and fright

I listen till the early morn

Of other voices of the scorn

§

“For tis time to leave nay,”

Two men in white coats say

With their bloodied, torn seams

Dragged beyond other’s dry throats

From a night of such awful screams

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

As we walk beyond the stench

Of the awful grizzling Wench

“Stand there,” He doth say,

“For no last rites you deserve

As no souls did you preserve”

§

With no time left to pray

I hear a rasp, then a gasp

And with no slack, a crack

§

For the voices I knew would stay

Were it not now for today

As our heavy body does sway

And my mind drifts away

§

Father tucks me in and doth pray

And my Mother’s soft voice does say,

“My dear your only real friends

Are those whom Jesus sends.”

§

For I now know, heart aglow

As they scream and I do sigh

That today is the day

The day that we will die.

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on July 22, 2013 in Poetry

 

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Twas the voices in my head – No, not I but them, they and me…

Dear Friends,

While stretching my abilities as a writer, I thought I would step into the character of a schizophrenic in Victorian England.

It’s been enlightening, a little disturbing, but above all enjoyable – which is what literacy’s all about.

Therefore a piece of pure fiction, or is it really? I’ll let you decide…

Steve

Twas the voices in my head – No, not I but them, they and me

mental-illness-pyschosis

The voices are in my head
Pic Courtesy: /healthculturesociety.wikispaces.com

Twas I a lonely lad

Without a friend – sad

But for the whispering voices

But for their whispering choices

§

They whispered steal cash

They whispered rip and dash

Twas the voices in my head you see

Their voices in my bed – not me

§

Together we’re a serial killer

Together we’re a real thriller

But twas not me, I cry

Twas my friends, not I

§

I recall the day they were born

While I lied, blamed and scorn

The demise of my loved one

Beneath the rising sun

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

May get better my Mother did say

May get better my Father did pray

But as their voices scream out – I sigh

But why can’t you hear them? – I cry

§

Tis the voices of the faithful dead

Ravaging, raging through my head

We’ve committed many a murder you see

No! Not I; but them, they and me

§

As I awaken beneath the rising sun

Torn flesh, bloody mess and an empty gun

I scream at the voices in my head and cry

Oh dear God, what have we done?

Oh dear God, why oh why oh why?

§

Please father forgive our sin

For I truly loved my next of kin

For they committed the murder you see

No! Not I, but them, they and me

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

For as they lied and plotted; I did rue

For I tried to stop, left you many a clue

For I just wanted them caught

Because I was so very distraught

§

For twas I wanted you to catch

While bodies burnt wit a match

I feared the faithful raging undead

Feared the unfaithful rage in my head

§

And as they made me bludgeon

Spilt blood with his own truncheon

You must lock us away I did say

Within your deepest, darkest dungeon

§

For twas not I, but them, they and me

For twas not I, but together you must see

That we’ve been one bloody serial killer

That we’ve been a real dirty evil thriller

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

And finally you found my new clue

Thankfully as our penance so long overdue

And so now we’re all wrapped up tight

I lay here mourning from noon till night

§

Lay like tied infants in a cot

Lay awake as more evil do they plot

The voices of the faithful dead

Raging, nagging through my head

§

And as I lay awake that night

While others scream and fright

I listen till the early morn

Of other voices of the scorn

§

For tis time to leave nay,”

Two men in white coats say

With their bloodied, torn seams

Dragged beyond other’s dry throats

From a night of such awful screams

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

As we walk beyond the stench

Of the awful grizzling Wench

Stand there,” He doth say,

For no last rites you deserve

As no souls did you preserve”

§

With no time left to pray

I hear a rasp, then a gasp

And with no slack, a crack

§

For the voices I knew would stay

Were it not now for today

As our heavy body does sway

And my mind drifts away

§

Father tucks me in and doth pray

And my Mother’s soft voice does say,

My dear your only real friends

Are those whom Jesus sends.”

§

For I now know, heart aglow

As they scream and I do sigh

That today is the day

The day that we will die.

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on June 24, 2013 in Poetry

 

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