Insane Asylum of the Mind

No hope,

no light


Paradise lost;

burning forests


Falling ashes,

Falling into the abyss


Going insane,

a rotting brain




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The Merchant Handbook


When in Spring with leaves turned to green


Eyes, hands & face


There lived one man with a thirst


To live in the moment between space & time


Selling his pots and pans to get by


Although the years would pass he had every reason to grasp


The true message of his heart was found in a book




Inside was filled with a deep look on dreams


Dark conclaves of dungeons with kings & queens


Deep demonic screams


Cray's from out of the belly of Hell


What a strange way of a story to tell


Howls in the village square piercing shrieks


All found in this merchant's handbook




It will make you think perhaps take another look


One day the merchant was working


He lost his book when he wasn't looking


Inside he kept a hundred dollar bill for keep sake maybe for a cheap thrill


Now the book was gone and so went his mind


He once could see but now he's blind


The merchant was a very timid man very kind


But now the madness ensued he was in a heavy bind




A reward was posted at the local post office


Over the course of time he would find a knock on his front door


It was none other but a local minister


inviting the merchant to his home for dinner


The merchant agreed to go and at the end of their great feast


The minister confessed and admitted


For he was the one who had stolen his handbook


Was very tempted to draw insight for his sermons




For the merchants case instead of outrage he was left in a haze


When he came to his senses he forgave him


Taking the book back, to his surprise


there was thosand dollars inside


The seed he had planted a time ago grew


He didn't really know what to do


Had bitten far more then he could ever chew


Next thing you know the merchant made a personal donation


To take a break on a long awaited vacation


Then he wrote in his book to finish his story


His book finally of dreams was bound for glory


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How Do I


How do I cope with such a session; a session of fear, worry nothing related to depression?

How do i keep myself aware; that my dearest love is here and hes someone who does care?

The thoughts in my head; the tears i shed! How can i get through when this is something i mostly dread?



How do i calm down? how can something like this cause me to want to drown?

someone special taught me the importance of strength; bravery, confidence and to go to a great length.

Beforehand you hear words of a anxious worrysome fearful lady; who has no way of defending herself; or the opportunity to have a say.

But being saved from something big made her a woman; she stands tall and sees through it all.


Anxiety; i dont like you, you are not in charge. But how do i fight you; how do i stand a chance against you?

You get the best of me at some points; but you dont and will not run my life!

so how do i walk away alive, fearless happy and strong?

well i have a man who encourages me to continue; and that it is with him which i belong. <3

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