No poetry



Every night I go flying

through walls and ceilings for

the work of the One is

never done.

I will not ask

for the right

to assemble my deeds

for you here

but ask now for the time

to make the right

of all things

like the realisation

of consciousness

the precious two


between eyes at the front


and the centre

of thought

knowing the


for them first time

when blindfolded

with the odour

of race.


Where do I begin

To assert my authority

Over those who don’t know

What is wrong from the start

Who begin a game of no chances

For the work of no done

Who ask not forgiveness

And plea not for some

Who want to forgive

And have no rescue.

For it is not about using

The words of a man

Who claims no one equal

And harbours a gun.

Shoot me today

And tomorrow I will

Stand again

Waiting for you

To come and regain

Your conscienceness

And alone we feel

The neuter of longing

The fretting of love

And respect of no aims

For there is no ambition

To what we have lost

Just the true antidote

Of pain and discussing

Our new day.


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

The trouble I have is

For the word called man

I think it should be different

It should be “hole”

For if I see one

I dive in

And try to come out

As being too coal-

Black for it to try

And keep me.

It is without doubt

That the women who read this

Are not all too blind

To see me in daylight

But not as the stars cast

Their long shrine upon me

For I shroud not in evil

But in black of a soul.


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

It is a long time to go to the end of all things

and it does not need the start to end and the begin

to go it takes the lot of lot to make all the same

and that does not mean the end but indicates the start of all

that makes it in the rook and not the rye of it

and that is why they want to add the one

to the end of the story which is about

the right of all and not the right of one

and that is not the doing but the keeping

in the word of man and that is all



This is what they say to me

I ain’t a winner and a loser be

there isn’t time for them to run

as I aim and wonder what the trees

have in store for me

where there are leaves

and there are weeds but all the runners

are just plain simple

and done with me as I run

for the hoops of love

and wonder how it is

they do not know

it is about the rights of all

and not the sum of parts

called the re and rhyme of


where the lights are on

and no one knows

if it is good

to be here in Bath

where all and sundry

hate me for what I am

ANC and that is what they say

it is not here but there

and I wonder why

it takes a mamba to make it


Go now and do good

for it is time of the



Schizophrenia and psychosis as states of chronic fear and terror


What is defined as schizophrenia and psychosis is typically a state of chronic fear and terror. Individuals have been shattered by trauma. Within them, mental images of past events continue to haunt them. The inner voice (or conscience) which we all possess becomes amplified to a level where visual and auditory hallucinations become present. Grandiose thoughts arise as an attempt to either stave off depression or to escape from the painful reality of a distressing situation and disordered world. Anti-psychotics have been used to diminish the hallucinations and other distressing behaviors, but they have never addressed the reactions of the person and the underlying trauma and factors that have led them to seek a departure from defined reality. Therefore, in collaborating with these individuals, we must meet them in their sense of reality. We must join in respectfully and in a dignified manner, slowly and gently addressing the various disturbances in thought process. We must uncover the hidden traumas and seek to “be with” the person as they develop new coping mechanisms. It is entirely possible for individuals even in the states of severe mental anguish and distress to recover. And it is indeed possible for this to be accomplished without the addition of toxic drugs. The key is relationship. That is what these individuals are lacking and need. They need to know that there may exist, if even but one, stable and loving relationships in a world so often filled with pain.

Fear leads to great emotional turmoil. Other so-called mental disorders also often arise from a sense of fear: a fear of individuals, a fear of society, a fear of having been hurt and possibly being hurt again, a fear of life, a fear of death, a fear of not understanding who we are or maybe even being afraid of discovering who we are or who we were, a fear of the uncertainty surrounding what we may become. A fear that maybe we are not a person, or our identity as a person. A fear of challenges, a fear of not knowing the answers, or maybe a fear of not understanding the question, or even a fear of not knowing what questions to ask. A fear of not being loved or maybe a fear of not knowing what love really is, or what it could be, or what we have been told that it is. A fear of being controlled, a fear of our freedom being taken away. A fear of what others may do to us, or have done to us, or will continue to do to us.

This is the human condition; we all have levels of fear, some more, some less. We all have the desire for security, for safety, for solace. If we begin to understand this, we will then begin to understand life, we will be able to connect with others, and realize that the only way out of this fear is for us to journey together. Life is a journey, it is filled with moments where we stray into thorns, yet it is filled with moments of delight. To truly describe day, we must see night. To truly describe that which is beautiful we must have something to compare it to. Thus, we have the conditions of suffering. We would not know joy fully unless we had something to compare it to.

-Dr. Dan L. Edmunds

Every night, to relax, I get a mild

psychosis on – I am at my

most creative in this state

reviewing what has come before

me in a hazardous slanting

devilled-egg sort of display

that makes me will you to

listen and take faith

for it is in the new ones

that you can commend your

world after you when it is bright in the morning

and dusky dark at night.

I will be then and there and not here and where

as you start the beginning of a new aging in the

world about which you know nothing

as of yet. It is about to begin and they (the government)

do not want you to know it as the starting gun

has already gone off and we begin

to see the abstract art of the vehicle known as

facebook appear to lose all comers

in the display of apache-like warrior men.

I will see it in its place when they all see it

for what it really is – a commentary on civil life

and the start of a control mechanism now it

has been taken over by Trump

and his minions.



There are days when I live in flash

these are the days when I am ill

I wake up in the morning and decide to

have fun

and let the notion take me

spontaneous actions and events

fill me with joy

as my random device

direct accesses

my commutating ring

switching between the real and

the esoterically sombre.

These are good days and intensely

personal. I don’t

like to be interrupted while

I create.