ARTISTS WITH BIPOLAR / MENTAL ILLNESS AND SUPPORTERS
Artists with a mental illness that use their work for healing and expression
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A Conscious Void
By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…
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unscrolled, haiku.....38
i still love you as
we are, not missing any
thing of how i luv ed;
what you said’s my love
and what i said’s my luv, seem s
to’ve been nil/nix close;
seems is but word, verbed
simulated/me…
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When I come out at night...
I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…
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Sixty Five Years old
Sixty Five Years Oldnow that i am sixty five
time to retire whatever
that may mean…?
good to withdraw from
waged oppression
have time, find space
to set the good ship
of my soul sailing
on thought, on …
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ultimate reality haiku 2
multiples of now
or if they multiples be
or how many were
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a matter of now
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ultimate reality haiku
a matter of now
that all kinds of extension
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multiples of now
or if they multiples be
or how many were
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A View at Bi-Polarism From My Side
Like the Wind Vane I Wait for the Signs of the WindA storm is a brewing in the horizon and it’s calling out my name
A raging, howling storm is a brewing
And it’s headed my way
It’s co…
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The Night We Went to Paint the Town ................. ? E...
.The Night We Went to Paint the Town
The night was starry
The moon was so bright
I had this urge to see
The neon lights
I wanted to dance
I wanted to party
I was in the mood for
Tequila, whiskey
A Martini
And…
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Time of Light
a time of light…
time by the sea
a special time of quiet…
space…the horizon
the edge calls across
a path of tremulous
striated light “look out
look to the end
then beyond”
in truth the mind
k…
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I knew a little girl
I knew a little girl,
her name was michelle.
When I met her,
I thought…
that name ring’s a bell.She, was shy and timid.
And would sometime’s fidget.There was something about her,
which …
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can i write [REINSTATED WORD]about you?[2nd LAST LINE](f...
we re present
re representations
signals noted
seen as/is text
in making / is text
each/each/ea . . . , perceptioning
text becoming / yes, is text
of perception in progress
more seeable than the book . …
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Remembering School
School hold many memories for me. Some are good while many are far from good. It was not until my concluding years at school that I began to achieve academically. Conditions were often stern, harsh a…
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End of a Philosophers Day
He was glad to sit quietly at last. A lover of wisdom is always a lover of silence. It had been a long day, absolute miles of it during which he had visited a court and recorded his observations. The…
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juddarwin 8 learned along the way (to gretchen ---i...
As come visions to us, mobile,
then arranging into ranks/lines
like alpha beta arranged lines
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They Always Said the Storm would Come - Dreams
Elation is leaking out of Timothy, dramatically dripping from his frame, moment by moment. It’s always strange when this happens. I dab my finger into his face and allow the serotonin to form…
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The never ending story...
Leave me alone.
I want to be on my own.I don’t need you in my life.
Causing nothing but strife.Conflict and heartache.
Anger and bitter.A never ending story.
Of this, that and the other.The tru…