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The Colours of Schizophrenia

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  (Copyright 2011) David Holloway

  THE COLOURS OF

  SCHIZOPHRENIA

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  THE COLOURS OF

  SCHIZOPHRENIA

  THE CONTENTS

  CHAPTER 1 Passion

  CHAPTER 2 Passages of Life

  CHAPTER 3 Puzzles

  CHAPTER 4 Emptiness

  CHAPTER 5 Metamorphosis

  CHAPTER 1

  Passion

  Painted Roses

  A rose need not be beautiful,

  she simply is. She has the sensuality

  of elegance and subtle curiosity.

  Her petals are vulgar and romantic

  as she envelops the sensual

  centre of the eye. Her thorns are

  exotic and raw like the emotions

  that she draws from the crowd.

  But a painted rose is different — her

  petals are unique. She is quirky and

  does not fit the mould; her curves

  and twirls are meant for an

  alternative God — one who loves

  to cast doubt on human thoughts.

  Kissed Her Cheek

  She awoke in the

  morning as the

  birds began to sing.

  A shard of light

  was scattered by the

  window pane as she

  leaned over to

  whisper 'I love you'.

  There was no awkward

  silence. Last night

  was the first time we

  had met. I dared not

  touch her body,

  or look at her

  lustfully as

  she lay in my bed,

  naked and forlorn.

  So I tenderly put

  my hand in her hand

  and I kissed her

  cheek.

  Kisses

  Are kisses for only lovers,

  or a European friend?

  Kisses are filled with excitement

  Perhaps they should never end

  Long ones and short ones,

  Those that are formal or fancy,

  Sensual and romantic pecks,

  The kind that leaves us gaily

  Whatever the excuse for kissing,

  it’s fun to have the best of times.

  So give us more of your kisses,

  not just for a loving valentine

  The Cure

  She has moved me

  closer to the future when

  I was living in the past

  She’s a racing car

  in a race when my heart

  is beating fast, and if I’m

  turned to dust by life’s

  bittersweet symphony, I’ll

  play every broken chord

  of madness with sad

  melancholy.

  Though I won’t be so

  down when ‘the rains’ have

  to come, because the colours

  of the rainbow shine like

  tear drops in the sun,

  and these rays have been

  forged with a covenant

  made pure, and when we

  find true love inside our

  hearts we’re blessed-

  us with the cure

  Set Me Free

  Her eyes are so beautiful

  She lifts the spirit high,

  and takes away the blues,

  of every doubting — why?

  She has a wonder

  that grows deep inside

  A truth that is so mighty,

  it can never be denied

  Her music plays to my soul

  A note for sweet eternity,

  And when she kisses my lips,

  Her song has set us free

  For love, it is a treasure

  that exists deep within us all

  And to reach her power,

  we must listen when she calls

  Feminine

  The curve of her sloping back is delicate,

  like an arch playing to an artist’s mind,

  accentuating her curves. A smooth

  touch becomes rigid as she rides a symphony

  of highs and lows. Her body contrasts

  the feminine allure and the masculinity of time.

  A woman’s beauty must be unveiled

  and her song is like flesh to the soul

  Silhouette

  Her heart is hidden.

  The pain of love is worthwhile

  for one silhouette

  Paths

  Even at the end,

  the memory of our love

  will be remembered

  Hidden Flame

  There burning brightly

  is our hidden flame which

  burned my eyes and spoke

  to me, as I saw your face

  for the first time.

  It was lit from the heavens

  and woven into a tapestry of

  flesh and soul, awakening

  emotions that seemed

  so forgotten in my heart,

  and arousing desires I

  never thought I owned.

  In the barren streets of hell

  where the debris of homeless

  papers is saved by the saints of

  charity we discovered the well

  of insecurity and oblivion. And there

  beside us in the gutter

  a rising flame grew higher to

  reach the stars

  Love

  Love

  Patient, faithful,

  waiting, learning, enduring

  Everyday is a gift

  Thoughtful

  I Do

  True love tolls the heart

  Wedding bells ring in our ears,

  married to the soul

  Eclipse

  Your love surrounds me,

  Like the waves upon the shore,

  Your smile has overcome me,

  I feel alive forever more,

  Your touch is soft and gentle,

  You have faithful eyes,

  The tides pull on my emotions,

  Your heartbeat- a sunrise,

  And somewhere on the horizon,

  My dreams eclipse the sun,

  And the stars are filled with hope,

  Your love has made us one

  Tender

  Show me the way

  to take away my sorrows

  And guide me to the truth,

  which escapes tomorrow

  Floating on the water

  is the boat of dignity

  And the vows of my love

  Magic’s pure serenity

  Wait for me always

  Her body is my surrender

  I’ll be there for her endlessly

  And kiss her lips so tender

  Floating down the river

  Escaping the sting of death

  Destined to be together

  Living with each breath

  Complexity of Silence

  Even the simplest

  of songs can be so profound, and

  the saddest notes of love’s music

  never make a sound.

  My Love

  My love is different from

  theirs. I dote on your eyes and

  I’m not afraid to make you smile,

  or laugh out loud with exuberant

  sighs. My love is infinite it does not

  depend on how you’re doing

  in life, Your appearance does

  not mean a thing to me, your

  beauty is on the inside, even

  though you’re the
most

  beautiful woman in the

  world. My love needs no

  thank you or reply, it’s

  unconditional, that means

  you can’t win my love it’s

  yours anyway. Their love is

  hollow, it has a price tag,

  its full of do’s and don’ts. My

  love is eternal you need

  not test it, and when this love

  has died- it has just begun!

  My love is as old as the hills,

  and my love is as young as

  the “lovers in the park” who

  can’t keep their hands still.

  My love desires you more

  than their love -it’s an Italian

  fountain of roses, it won’t fade

  away. No my love is yours, and

  every day I’ll prove it to you.

  Eternity is a long time to

  wait so when we marry we’ll

  have a holiday on a cloud.

  We’ll call it number nine,

  oh my love is really never

  in doubt just in case you

  forgot

  Heart

  The heartbeat of human nature,

  how she guides my desires leading

  me into the flames of passion.

  The sweetness inside is hiding with

  the fears of the mind.

  But as the innocence of adolescence is

  unleashed, its flames still have the

  power to bind flesh and soul,

  and to unite love’s bonds,

  like the feminine mystique which

  gives energy in my blood,

  and sings to my heart.