Porchester High Ebbs

I see faces in the lino
With grimacing laughter insidious intent

But I walk on this lino
The faces so cruelly bent

Warped eyes, chilling eyes
Filled with truth and mischievous lies

Those faces on the lino
I will not let be sent

Those faces on the lino
And what inside they meant

As I look through the bars
And the massive surrounding fence

Porchester Ward, Summer 2009

Untitled

Do you really think you scare me?
The places I've been
The acts that I've seen
The stories that I've heard

No, you don't scare me.
But I scare you
Or will!

"Where are you for fucks sake?"
(whispers unconsciously "better for you").
Don't lay your eggs in my
Broken Glass Nest!

Scares me

Ward Ramblings

How to rid myself of these chains I have shackled my mind with?
A safe, controlled environment is required to unfetter my ever-brighter chains.
It is a potent, coarse, energy,
Trying to externalise itself, to express itself.
Not necessarily a torrent of ideas; the energy is too frenzied, certainly
Too impatient for rationally thought-out ideas
This 'psychic energy' is in chains: it thus can become enraged, a hysteria of myself, frustration, trying to break out of these chains I have welded, hammered together, some unconsciously, some consciously.
Manifestations of these chains loosening:

An "SOS" tattoo; outbursts of hysteria; rage, not with a short fuse, but with no fuse...

Notes from my time on Porchester Ward, Summer 2009