The Bright Side of the Dark
I’ve been Hitler and Jesus
seen 1000 worlds
stolen flowers from drug dealers
and freely given away pearls
I’ve had no self,
but I’ve been god, too
and I’ve always had at least some help
when I had not the slightest clue
I’ve been all
and I’ve been one
manic and suicidal
I know my mind well
and it loves the spiral spiral spiral
I’ve seen heaven
and I’ve felt hell
received many signs and wonders
stayed awake starry winter nights
and slept away long summers
I’ve been on TV
and completely alone
in a dusty hospital bed
far far from home
I’ve met psychics and telepaths
talked to my screen
ran around naked
a prisoner and free
all without ever leaving my mind
Am I the dark side of bright?
Or the bright side of the dark?
Am I here for a reason?
Or just an expression of heart?
I am consciousness
and I am crazy
and maybe that is exactly
exactly how it is supposed to be
to live in 1000 worlds
and be a celebrity
and be normal
all these things
happen inside me
and these words happen inside you
happening inside us
happening inside this
this life
the song the universe wanted to sing
Life may be shades of grey
but I guess the bright side of the dark
is more fun anyway.
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Thanks for reading. The main motive for this poem is me trying to cope with the bitterness I have towards having a schizophrenia diagnosis and not being able to live in reality. Basically I came to the conclusion that in some respects it’s a blessing because my consciousness has experienced more realities than most people could ever comprehend, which i guess is a unique expression of life itself. I don’t want to be bitter, because I do see great beauty in the world. Some part of me wishes things were different but this is how it is. Might as well look on the bright side of the dark. I don’t know. If you like it let me know. And again, thanks for reading.