The Bipolar Soul

The extreme
smoldering embers
cold remembers
Manic energy towers
Depressed gloom cowers
Ricocheting bounce
Decreasing flounce
Happy ecstatic lover
Alone they suffer
All the grand beyonds
To the ugly no responds
To love this double
edge specter
There is the need of
a soul protector

About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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4 Responses to The Bipolar Soul

  1. The subject obviously inspired you. However, the actuality of any condition called “Bipolar Disorder” is not factual. The shrinks simply VOTE on labels, and the drug companies then ride in with the “solutions.” Ask any psych for the scientific evidence, if you don’t believe my words here. In another study, kids that were going to be so labelled, were given physical exams, and half of the subjects had either physical injuries (broken bones, etc.) or improper nutrition in their diets and, when corrected, were found to behave and act like “normal” kids, which they, in fact, were. Imagine the damage to them had they been prescribed and forced to take drugs for a phantom “condition.”

  2. Cubby says:

    I love the idea of a soul protector. Love your rhymes. 🙂

    • kwicksand says:

      This may sound silly but I was thinking about a pocket protector when I wrote this…the mind of a poet is one of oddities.

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