Let people in Tell them how you feel Enjoy relationships with other people But keep a little bit for yourself
Insomnia
Watching every hour pass on the clock
Lying down as usual taking stock
No sleep tonight is the fear
Have tried everything to fall asleep
I dream of a sleep so deep
Take zimovan, olanzapine and valium
But here lies the tedium
Over years of medication I’ve become immune
As each night becomes another afternoon
Sometimes I get stuff done
Sometimes I just sit there all alone
It’s quieter at night
Darkness envelops with the absence of light
It’s at night that an idea could spark
And over the years I have grown to love the dark
And even though at night it does attack
I’ve left behind being a dipsomaniac
And have managed to keep things on track
Just the meanderings of an insomniac
Having a bad day, week, month, year or longer
Lean on your family
Lean on your friends
Reach out to your GP
Reach out to a therapist
Reach out to the samaritans
Shorterm use of valium and xanax
Be wary of anti-depressants
Live in the moment
Add up the positive things in your life
This too shall past I promise you
I’ve been at the bottom of emotions
You are stronger than you think
The human spirit wants to live and live well
It’s OK to feel shit
And even the simplist things you can do can help
The funeral that wasn’t sad
It’s not paranoia when they turn up to take you away
Part of the illness is that you don’t know you’re sick
When the squad car calls up you better be quick
Your first instinct is to run, get away
Your looking at an institutional long term stay
Be ready for climbing out windows and scuttling down drainpipes
For in the middle of a bipolar episode you feel like the fucking prototype
Sent here to save the planet
Striking across the night sky like a comet
Crazy ideas and huge mood swings
It’s hard to explain being manic and what each day brings
Spent 2 years in secure mental institutions
Basically for my own protection
Escaped from two high secure wards
Skipped the country and moved abroad
But my illness followed me like the Gardai
Through drug abuse I had voided my sanity warranty
10 years since I was last sectioned
Found myself the right direction
But that fear is always there
The constant reminder day to day
It’s not paranoia when they turn up to take you away
What might have been
Born in 74 in Craigavon, Portadown
Due to the troubles my family got out of town
Ended up in Tullamore
Nice part of the country to explore
Started rhyming in primary school in 86
12 years old getting that rhyming fix
It’s like there is a voice inside my head
Keep writing until the rhyming hunger is fed
47 this year but still feel in my twenties
Performance wise I’m adaptable
Comedy clubs, poetry readings and festivals, I’m capable
Don’t take myself too seriously, life is just a ride
From time to time I’v let it slide
But I recover quickly, and in some ways have become my own doctor
Though I’ll always wonder what life would have been like
Had my family stayed in Northern Ireland
Brought up near my aunts, uncles and cousins
Have always felt I’m living on the periphery of my family
How different would I be
I might have different opinions
I’d have a northern accent
Possibly 100% content
However this was not to be my destiny
Of which there is no mutiny
And I’ve given this much scrutiny
Only 47, still got plenty of time to go roaming
No time for moaning
The adoptive Midlands are my homeland now
And thanks to the Republic this is allowed
The Wizard on the decks
Nothing like a proper DJ set
People embody together
The happiness like fire spreads
We are starring in a live music show
I have that quickness once again
The ecstasy is now controlling body and brain
A state of overwhelming emotion and rapturous delight
Been to many events and I’ve never seen buzzers fight
Dancing in unison, all as one
The techno has just begun
Gleaming bodies begin to flow
Dancing with strangers and mates I know
The sensual vibration moves
Crowded areas, happy faces and fancy grooves
The body and blood begins to rise
Been here before but it still has the power to surprise
Progressive beats and massive bass drops
Everybody wishing the night doesn’t stop
This isn’t a cheesy discotheque
This is a techno music 150 bpm sound trek
All thanks to the wizard on the decks
Vegas residency Mally 2032
20 stone
Addicted to painkillers and cocaine
Relationship controversies
4 marriages ended with divorce
Current wife filing for one
A grotesque caricature of his sleek energetic former self
But the crowds keep turning up
Oblivious that this could be the night he checks out permanently
Fans were becoming increasingly voluble about their disappointment
Unaware of the amounts of pills and powder Vegas Mally was consuming
His face was framed in a helmet of dyed black hair from which sweat sheets down over pale swollen cheeks
One more performance Vegas Mally.
Just one more.
Numb
How does it feel when no one understands?
Or life doesn’t meet your demands?
So with simple words I try to knit
Something descriptive that has a soft glow or sheen to it
Just sitting on this rock killing time
Trying to make the lines rhyme
Simple words on a blank page
I find myself calm but also feel the rage
Always original I never steal
Simply writing down how I feel
Early 90’s Techno
Arrive at the event
Join the queue
Check out the security and the searches they are making
You hear the beats
Outside it’s cold but inside it’s baking
Check out the chill out area
Then into the main room
You immediately recognize the tune
Nice crowd here
Very few drinking beer
The first pill you took is kicking in
And the beats intensify
A warm glowing sensation as you dance
Your inhibitions are down
You are shaking hands and hugging strangers
And the beats intensify
You want the night to last forever
There is no when, what or why
They just intensify
Only the select few really know
What it was like to party to early 90s Techno