The Colours of Schizophrenia
The Colours of Schizophrenia
Published by David Holloway at
(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 mo
st
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.