Peace and Riot

Peace and Riot

Peace and Riot

Ha Ha. A laugh a minute

Being sick on drink

The peace with the offer

of a quiet hangover

being damaged

The riot police

The main man has

been shown no mercy

We are all in the doldrums

of servitude

Only in the haven of paradise

should I be enslaved

Crying in my beer

Having been sick on medication

Empty threats

Time gentlemen please. Cheers

The Peace and Riot of

substance abuse

The Pig Went Oink

The Pig Went Oink

The pig went oink

And that was the man's last

desperate attempt to stay human

The birds chattered in the

aviary

If I had let them go

The cats would have mauled them

We had a dog who was put down

when my first nephew was born

Because of diseased eyes

To this day I wonder why the

bitch never liked me

We had a pet mouse

Who got lost

What puzzles me

Why could we not live a better

life with the love of such

animals

I suppose because in the end

we tried to save our bacon

The pig went grunt

The beginning of a massive breakdown

He went free all his life

But he was eventually charged

A day in a life

A Day in a Life

I begin my day wondering as if by prophetic chance my condition would relinquish my well-being. It is four in the morning, an early choice for my Schizophrenia

A task unevenly lit. Distressing, demanding often dark ’til dawn and beyond. I meet my good friends for breakfast in the local cafe. They burgeoning the time

we spend together. Promptly, at ten I go to Core Arts. A creative hub for Artists and Poets with complex and enduring mental health needs. I meet Gary, an luminary

and fellow traveller. I have no set plans for the day other than to survive. I write a letter to Trudy, acclaimed love does not abate even with sleep. I dream of her

in all its florid entirety.

VOICES

 

At lunch time I visit IRIE Mind they serve a nutritious lunch. It is a venue that is not a spoof of reality.  A bad day flicks into a good day the challenge of the day.

Tomorrow seems compelling. To divert from the hallucinations I make flight not fanciful. As a voicehearer I attend a self-help group but not today.

Mindfulness brings me back to the moment. I must say today is a good day despite IDEAS OF REFERENCE. I ponder on existence, it is deep but to who or why?

I should of stayed in bed. It is proof I am sane being here. I intend to go to college to study Sculpture in all its glorious personification.

PARANOIA

 

Fear the brick of the house that falls down when removed. I must not be overstimulated. I respond to measured thinking.

LOVE

Love has no respect. I am thinking of Trudy, the sweetest reminiscence. The trauma of my childhood may never be resolved. Today I’m rested.

I focus and move on.  Is it really November 7th the weather is encouraging. My day is at a close it has been productive and satisfactory.

As I pray. I find there is room for manoeuvre.

 

Karim Harvey

https://dayinthelifemh.org.uk/day_7vumui21rg7frtll8msgvytludbykwup/

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The Three Dudes

The Three Dudes

One dude is a bit of a dick.

The others two halves of a prick.

Why can't they see what's bothering me

I want to write blank verse with my

dipstick tea.

freedom

Freedom

Standing, waiting at the Pearly Gates.

When they are already open to

the public.

Standing on a clod of grass

designated earthbound

That is where I stand

Fixing my gaze on when and where

The King's New Throne

The New King's Throne

by Karim Harvey

Once here. A long time ahead. There was a cautionary tale of an old Witch's

curse and the new King's throne. The King depleted summoned his courtiers

to the Palace.

“Someone bad has placed a wicked curse on me,” he said, “The Queen and the little Princesses are to go on a journey, never to return. They are to travel to Germany and Nigeria. Leave England for good.”

The courtiers could only think it would be a nice holiday. Baffled by the King's anxious state, they asked the Court Jester for one of his jokes. He could only play the fool. This did not make the King happy.

“Go find the old Witch!” said the King to the brigade of soldiers, Get on your horses and ride to the far side of the Kingdom.”

Days passed, weeks and months. “We cannot find the old Witch,” said the returning soldiers.

“Maybe she's under your nose,” The King said. “I am going for a long walk.”

The forest was bare of fruit, the trees tall and windy.

Deep in the forest the King came upon a pot, a big black pot. He had stumbled across the Witch's brew.

“HUBBLE BUBBLE, DOUBLE TROUBLE”

“Are you home, old Witch?” said the King.

“I am here, I have a scary cat with me”.

“Hold Forth old Witch, you have put a curse on my family. I order you to undo the curse.”

“I will said the old Witch but there are three things you have to do.”

“Anything, anything”. Said the King.

1. Take from the rich and give to the poor.

2. Let the little princesses marry for Love

3. I cannot make my mind up what three is.

Oh yes, have a party for everyone in the Kingdom.

The King thought for a moment. The poor have enough to eat.

The little Princesses will marry the suitors of my choosing.

I hate parties The King thought about putting the old Witch in the dungeon.

But she was so old and wrinkled he was a scary cat

If I make the decree will the Queen and little Princesses be safe.

And you will break the curse. I will said the Old Witch

There was celebration in all the Kingdom for the curse had been

lifted.

At the party the King and his subjects ate Couscous, Sauerkraut

and Roast Beef and Yorkshire pudding.

I do not believe in Witches but I do believe in Kings. Rev. Martin Luther

King and King Haile Selassie of Ethiopia

The moral of this story is:

Go for a walk to find out who is up

to mischief.

Karim Harvey

May: 2015.

Moon Tides

Moon Tides

I defy the sun

And rake over the moon

How often is the earth stolen

By a cheesey kissing smile

From the steps of stars

and the depths of life beyond

We are dismayed

We are ruled by moon tides

and governors

I defy the moon

And the rakish sun

How do I live

How I leave you