Raw Streaming Consciousness

Phoenix Flesh

Raw streaming consciousness
Like uncooked meat
Unfit for consumption
My blood still dripping

But I like it that way
It is a piece of me
Tenderly cut & savagely ripped
Out of my head

Perhaps it was too much
Will it kill me?
Unlikely, I'm not dead yet
Let's keep ripping at the rotting flesh
Calving a new me

Insanity

I've been called insane before
Taken it with pride
"That's impossible, he is insane"
I did it anyway

Than insanity had a different meaning
Gaslit to paranoia.
Perhaps it became true
I still challenge my fears
Insanity is now one.

I am no fraud, no conman,
That is just lies, gaslit.
But I have been half human
Admitted to myself,
Unwell

When the fears took over half of me,
I didn't know who I was
Who I am or who will become
Brennan, who is that?
That is me.

Poetry is a drug

Poetry is a drug.
A remedy to broken soul.
Magnification to unpack the mind.

Addictive analysis.
A dangerous void to fall in.
Lethal overdose beware.

Walk fine lines with care
Balance,
Insanity either side.

Dive in risks madness.
Or stay back in ignorance.

Creating consciousness,
Is to dance the mind raw,
With surgical tenderness.