Of all the mental illnesses, bipolar disorder is the most mysterious

The list of artists that have had it is long and glorious

Many of these artists you may know

Edward Munch, Edgar Allen Poe, Hemingway, Picasso and Van Gogh

People who shift between extreme productivity, creativity and insight

That goes far beyond what would be normally possible day and night

To severe bouts of depression and deep despair

It’s a chronic incurable illness, there is no repair

Even Albert Einstein, the genius of geniuses had all the symptoms

Didn’t stop his theories being awesome

But the cost of being bipolar is high

Make no mistake, you can die

Which puts me in a fix

The average bipolar patient dies between 55 and 66

So here I am with the facts and statistics

I’m just going to have to risk it

There is no cure

Just carry on

What else can I do?

I shall finish with a quote

Something a famous doctor once wrote

“Bipolar is often referred to as the dark side of creativity, it disproportionately affects people otherwise known as uncommonly gifted or even geniuses”

I must address without a guess and not suppress just totally express without duress that I am in someway gifted due to this illness

I wouldn’t change anything I must profess

Waking up on a Saturday morning

No hangover or 5 second getting sick warning

No regrets of things I did or said

Just thoughts of the books that I have read

Not wondering did a I fight with my girlfriend

Or wondering did i fight with a friend

Feeling fit lifting 30 kilos on the bar

Putting 40 kilos on the bar is not that far

Reason has returned and I’m thinking clearly ahead

Thought’s of going back travelling not worrying about the price of 2 bottles of wine instead

Flight tickets and visas and fresh food and bread

Other peoples drinking doesn’t bother me

I’m over the addiction, now totally free

I’m not looking for praise

I’m just out of that drunken haze

The occasional spliff I still blaze

This isn’t a phase

My sobriety has me amazed

Are you ready?

Ready for the truth?

Follow this rhyme for the informed route

A towering inferno

Let me share with you what I know

Freedom begins deep inside

This I believe, I’m just along for the ride

I’ve stuck my head up now, no need to hide

The reason life is so good is cause

I make the right decisions faster than you

My strategies and theories all proven true

I’m just floating about

I talk with confidence, I never have to shout

I’m self educated always ready to up-skill

My words and technique polished and ready to thrill

Life is a breeze, too easy sometimes

And when its easy, I speak in rhymes

On a plateau nice and steady

My poetry is deep and I’m always ready

Bulletproof, legacy in the post

So lets raise a toast

To being reincarnated as a prophet enjoying this rebirth

I’m just another God that has fallen to Earth.

I created the Universe

A good start for a verse

The planets and stars

Earth, the Sun, and even Mars

You only exist through interactions with me

The only person on the planet who is truly free

I choose the company I keep

And the many assholes I interact with doesn’t cost me sleep

Always walking forward with a fuck you smile

An indestructible force of nature mile after mile

In control of my emotions with a definite plan

I am a God in apprehension, not merely a man

The Sun rises and sets with you

It’s all about me and you

A different world now with you in my life

No need to worry about trouble and strife

You are bringing out the best in me

When I’m with you I now feel totally free

I dream of a cloudless sky

So we can travel, you and I

We will travel far away

And live happily day to day

We’ll see fresh blue skies

And explore islands far and wide

We’ll see beaches with sands of pure white

And watch the sunset and sit under the moonlight

This person said that or this

This town stinks of piss

People wanting to know your private affairs

But who the fuck really cares?

Some people speak from both sides of their mouths

Making up stuff to spread about

But I don’t care

You can suck it, fuck it, or even do the toilet duck it.

Why would you say that the day is nice?

When you could say it’s like living in fucking paradise

Why bother with boring shit nouns?

Pass me over the poetry crown

Being using extraordinary and intelligent words in poems since 86

Putting pen to paper to get my fix

Strutting about, cock of the walk, OG style

Walking forward with a smile, mile after mile

An example of an indestructible force of nature

But now the eye is on the prize, steady and mature

Soaking it all up now totally relaxed

This show will never get axed

Never give up or get disheartened

Me, myself, the honest truth is that I’ve only started

Love is sneaking out of the bed before she wakes

As the dawn breaks

Turn on the amp and put on a record low

Take things slow

Realize how lucky you are right now

Roll a spliff

Don’t worry about when or if

Just wait

Cork a bottle of wine

Everything is fine

The angel is still asleep

Sweet dreams about things nice and deep

It’s all about you and me

And then you hear it.

Can I have a cup of tea?

Horse out the tablets Mr Pharmacist

I’ve got a prescription, I’ve got a huge list

Take your time I insist

You’re not too bad an egoist

You know what my bag of tablets consist

Just keep horsing out the tablets Mr Pharmacist