Pressure Plate


Take a deep breath
Take a step back
Take a moment…..

Take off that mask throw off the disguise
Look at yourself through your own eyes

Don’t give into the pressure of pliable perception
Don’t be a fool and fall for this societal deception

Switch off the TV if you really want to see
Into the very depths of your own soul

You can’t put a price on your own self worth
You have been programmed since your birth

Anxiety, depression the symptom of a sick society
In an insane world why strive for conformity?

Just be who you want to be
Not who your friends and family want to see
Not some character beamed live through the TV

Live for your own reality
Remain true to yourself….


Snake Oil Stalker


It is calling me each and every day
It calls me at night hard to keep it at bay
When I am low and in need it is by my side
Waiting to pounce when I lose my stride

It stalks me in my darkest hour
It grows taller and taller every time I cower
I hear it as you are reading this
Presenting the illusion of eternal bliss

It whispers my name with the cold wind
It pushes down on me until I am pinned
Cornered until I have no escape
You can’t elude this monstrous shape

It chips away until there is nothing left
It leaves me alone feasting on bereft
In a cloud of darkness with no way out
Stuck forever blanketed in self doubt

Depression Path


Losing interest in your interests
It’s a warning sign you no longer feel fine
Empty and numb got you feeling dumb
Depression may have you under the thumb

Self hating continually cries out in the night
Dabble in drink and drugs with silent shrugs
Self medicating trying to keep it out of sight
Struggles the morning after the night before
Depression can rip you apart to the core

Hopelessness and despair no surprise life isn’t fair
It gets even worse when you no longer care
But dare to go outside find someone to confide
Lack of confidence have you trying to hide
You probably have depression by your side

Suicidal spikes penetrating your thoughts
Every action you take feels for nought
Lonely mirror hanging upon my wall
Why is it that I constantly feel so small
Depression it can be oh so cruel

No need to suffocate in silence
It doesn’t make you feeble or weak
You are not meek it is a evil streak
Seek help and stand tall in defiance
Depression can be defeated if it’s treated

A lonely whisper is a scream


That little voice in the back of your mind
It always pops up during quiet times
Not quite sure what to make of it
Its offloading all its self doubt
Stalking shadow out and about
Try to outrun the little voice
Foolishly thought I had a choice

First one to the bottom wins….


The fall is always greatest from the top of the cliff
Yet the view is the most majestic
The beating of the waves those hidden caves
You can almost forget the domestic
Just as the tide comes in those caves disappear
Like your problems they will soon reappear
A deep breath prepares you for your trip
Close your eyes and lose your grip
Lost your grip on reality long ago
How long can you cope in the freak show
It’s the last time you ever play the fool
Money a free for all as you free fall
The end of a life just another splash
Crash into the waves as they beat eternal

Money floats but sins sink
Can you be saved from the brink?

A Case Of Stigma Sickness


Sanctimonious stigma sickness is screwing me
Mental awareness illness in a field of sheep
Car alarms radio bleeps phone staring shuffling
Sorrow filled blissful ignorance cheap tricks
Broken arm quick fix scrapheap mental condition
Monetary decision dream escape visions
Hearts locked in the recovery position
I never thought I’d be locked in this mental prison