So I’ve mentioned in my first post that I am an amateur poet. Amateur being the key word here.
I wrote a series of poems from about the age of 23 through to 29. I haven’t written any since but I looked over this series the other day.
The first thing I noticed is that they aren’t quite as good as I once thought they were. But hey, this is Memoirs of the Mind – and that is where these poems came from. So I present them to you.
I formed the poem’s into a book called Beauty and Disruption.
This series follows a journey. The journey from the beginnings of a young, happy and naive youth, through the downfall of a stage lost in grief and self pity, and eventually out the other side.
Here is the seventh of the series.
This was at a time when I was falling. I was struggling to get a grip on a slow and building dependence to drugs and self medication. It had started out as fun but after the passing of Adam it was really a way of killing off the pain I had felt. I knew in my head what I was doing was wrong. I was always fighting it in some way or form – but I was also giving in. Maybe this was my way of fighting. Maybe this was the very first step, my first act of defiance. I don’t know. It took me a long time to get through it.
FAKE ESCAPE (Rory Mouttet)
Let us walk the rainbow.
We’ll find a pot of gold.
There’s oh so much to show.
So many mysteries we’ll unfold.
And soon your heart will grow,
to forget the rules you have been told.
Leave behind the world you know.
For it’s becoming so very cold.
Up here in this place,
you forget all you detest.
The warm wind on your face
carries away your unrest.
Here in this world no race
is considered as second best.
So just move at your own pace.
But try not to become obsessed.
I’ll give you pleasure.
You know I can give you so much more.
A life of such leisure.
That’s what you remain here for.
No you will never
need to go back to your life before.
Stay here forever.
I have already closed the door.
You’ve given your vow.
So get down on your knees.
Down to me you will bow.
I’m the messiah that you perceived.
Yes I have your soul now.
And I’ll never let you leave.
If ever you learn somehow,
that by me you’ve been deceived.
Beauty and Disruption – Installment 1
Beauty and Disruption – Installment 2
Beauty and Disruption – Installment 3
Beauty and Disruption – Installment 4
Beauty and Disruption – Installment 5
Beauty and Disruption – Installment 6
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