Take five: Common Myths about Schizophrenia

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Time for a change and do things better .

I haven’t posted anything for a time , this is because I’m arranging my poems which are mostly about mental illness and recovery and everything that inspires my recovery , a recovery that is life long .
As a Savant with autistic and the problems they give , but it’s a different complex life history that is hard for others to understand , it’s going to be hard to put into words for all to understand.
I’m getting all my poems and self recovery stories in one place and copyrighted and whilst doing this saving for an upgrade for iPad Air to iPad Pro , plus and upgrade for a better site on WordPress .
So please bear with me for a while and I’ll be back soon in a much better format .
See you soon guys and thank you all for your follows and support.

The cycle of poverty is etched upon the face

IMG_1989the stomach is empty every day
the memory stretches long to remember the last meal
hunger strikes hard and causes pains
a griping feeling twisting time and again
the clothes upon the back worn and frayed
thread bare shoes tied together with old lace
laces strung together to keep shoe and sole in place
the grumbling stomach echoes poverties shame
there’s a roof above , but it’s not a home
there’s a floor to sleep on , but it’s far from home
the heater doesn’t work and it’s dank and cold
there’s no furniture, poverty again causes echoes
wall to wall nothingness, empty and alone
no one calls , no post just thoughts for company
imagination runs amok with visions of comfort
the greyness of hunger hangs with hopelessness upon poverties face
an expression that goes ignored along with any pleas
those same old clothes hang dreadfully upon gaunt – thinning – pale and boney body
no one cares in a society with no social responsibility
no one cares when no ones on side
a society where everyone looks the other way
it’s a cruel world where people turn a blind eye
poverty is etched upon the face and digs deep down making lines of a poverty frown
The Look Of Poverty .
By Mark Higham .

Gold , silver , platinum , diamond , ruby , emerald , sapphire and roses .

Heartful , wholesome , warmth , giving and compassionate ,
Desirable , sharing , caring , loving and soulful .
Goodness , gracious , peaceful , thoughtful and delightful ,
Beautiful , insatious , delicious , vivacious and perfection .
Fulfilled , enchanted , successful , adventurous and affectionate ,
Insightful , gifted , splendid , panache and all things wonderful .
Youthful , romantic , happy , unpretentious and phenomenal ,
Captivating , inspirational , gentile , temperate and tranquil .
Fragile , forgiving , irresistible , scrumptious and inimitable ,
Lustful , trustful , captivating and all things magical .
A Description Of You ,
By Mark Higham .

The words of compassion are written upon the soul

where the softest candle light flickers and flows .
Listen to the gentle beats of the heart and feel an increasing calm .
The inner voice of criticism has many wily – ways
spiteful words and from a distance in many a’curse ,
but the inner voice of compassion sounds out across the inner universe .
Humanity has but one voice ,
a voice of reason , understanding , love and freedom ,
for we are all men of the world ,
mothers of the Earth and children of peace .
They all dwell within where only the inner eye can see , feel and hear ,
trust in your inner voice of kindness ,
to quell the inner voice of harshness .
And the stars of the inner universe will open their light to guide you ,
to get you across the darkness and give you a warming glow ,
with every word of love – to yourself and others and the whole will know ,
and trust in the feeling that inner peace is where peace on a Earth truly begins .


I hold the universe like a pair of wings

And I know music is magic because I hear it sing ,
Fly agaric mushrooms from the earth do Spring
and to the whole of the moon my heart does swoon ,
Hallucinations and feelings of love
Flying free within colours with the peaceful loving silver dove .
All my loved ones past and present
Skip along the rings of Saturn ,
Or dwell within the aurora of Jupiter ,
Rhyme with the echoes of supernovas and
Dance with all that’s yet to come .
Smiles a’bound within the colour of rainbows we drown ,
In colours unseen we cheerfully sing .
Tasting fruits of shimmering reflection .
With feelings like these no need for direction ,
Free as the birds is the unchained soul
And upon the shoulders are glowing stars .
Within the heart angelic laughter ,
Drifting , floating weightlessly and remembering ecstasy
Whilst surrounded by the love of like-minded people ,
Dancing , swaying , chanting in togetherness
In a surreal world of difference far from bleakness .
The colour of love wrapped in LSD and comforted from
The sounds of love that come from musical notes that above our heads float free .
Simply Freedom .
By Mark Higham .img_2895

In Time We Trust 

Time heals all wounds , 

we seize the days and moments we choose 

Sometimes we win others we lose 

All the Staines upon our souls miraculously removed 

and from our history we become wise and we become whole 

Into our futures we’re gently manouvered 

a game of two halves , just like chess 

From within the balance of the middle 

For all we receive 

for all we are grateful 

for nothing we are needful 

loving the peace of the moment 

All within blessed and equal 

trust , faith and reason 

Time heals us and time knows us 

In time life reveals all truths and in time karma rewards us 

with all that comes and goes , faithfully following us 

through the ages guiding with a’gathered wisdoms 

through life’s stages it does so oh – so quietly 

for time echoes choices in mindful whispers . 

By Mark Higham . 

Moonlit walks , a substance drawn gives power and more 

IMG_2873the moonlight gives a feeling that floats 
moon beams on which we dance , oh the joy of the night 
each phase keeps the soul in balance 
the light that reflects upon the water , upon which we walk and dance 
our goddess of the night , binds us in a loving spell 
she guides us through the night , bathed in glorious directing vision 
we skip from beam to beam we sip from the magical moonlit well 
Formidable taste of music in form of tears of joy 
the dew sparkles upon herbs and spices , the light enhances enchanting spells 
under the power of moonlight lovers all night engage in loving temptations 
the silvery glimmers reflect from within all that’s desired 
from compassion to unadulterated crimson passion , onward , moonlight carries us 
never so alive when within Lunars bountiful fires 
when asleep the light layers youth upon the restful face 
peace in multitudes rests the unquiet soul when bathed in light of the fulmoons whole 
all who gaze into Lunars unequalled light gain bountiful and beautiful insight 
charming spellbound smiles that beam the beam deep within moonlit scenes 
Lunar is the only ruler of time and tide and only she holds sway over lovers soulful -hearts . 

Our Goddess Lunar . 
By Mark Higham . 

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When your world turns to dust , 

life’s dealing hand keeps dealing you a bust , 
when your hearts lost its song , 
when you feel you don’t belong 
Just keep moving along , hold your head up tall and stay strong strong strong , 
when you don’t know where your next meals coming from , 
when you turn over every stone , 
and your pockets are empty to the bone , 
when you find you’ve lost the sun , 
when you wish you’d not been born , 
when you’ve fallen that long fall , 
and the bottom can’t be found , 
Just keep moving along , hold your head up tall and stay strong strong strong , 
when your heart sinks like a stone , 
and your friends have all let you down , 
don’t you wear that angry frown , 
when you feel so so alone , 
and your nights are freezing cold , 
Just keep moving along , hold your head up tall and stay strong strong strong , 
When your in the lost and found , 
when your road stretches on on on , forever on on on , 
and you feel you can’t take no more , 
Just keep moving along , hold your head up tall and stay strong strong strong . 
Never Give Up .
By Mark Higham .