All Quiet on The Blog

Hi all, you may (or may not) have noticed I haven’t been posting/sharing much over last few days or so, I have a WRAG appt Friday 18th and my anxiety levels have increased the nearer the date and I haven’t been using social media as much. I hope once it’s over, I’ll feel a bit more like using social media, bear with me, watch this space, I’ll be back soon. Mark xx

The Enemy Within (Part I of Fear)

Things crawl in the darkness
That imagination spins
Needles at your nerve ends
Crawl like spiders on your skin
Pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenaline
Every muscle tensed
To fence the enemy within

[Chorus:]
I’m not giving in to security under pressure
I’m not missing out on the promise of adventure
I’m not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes
Experience to extremes…

Suspicious looking stranger
Flashes you a dangerous grin
Shadows across your window…
Was it only trees in the wind?
Every breath a static charge
A tongue that tastes like tin
Steely-eyed outside
To hide the enemy within

To you, is it movement
Or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
And you…revolution
Or just resistance?
Is it living?
Or just existence?
Yeah, you!
It takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance

[Chorus]

Lyrics: Neil Peart
Music: Rush
From the album; Grace Under Pressure.

Brown Envelope Anxiety

Brown Envelope Anxiety

I hear the postman on the landing
Surging adrenaline has me standing
Behind the door-breathing paused
Hoping
No brown envelope
Comes through my door
I know it sounds crazy
I know it sounds sad
But the treatment of
Mental health sufferers
Has been really bad
By an uncaring Govt
And all of those
Fools that believe what they read
And are told
By a corruptible press and media tv
Gone are the days when the press speaks out free

So this ritual continues
The same everyday
The anxiety grips me
Sends my fearlessness away
I shall fight when I can
And hide when I can’t
There’s no inbetween
When it’s yourself that you doubt

Mark Catlin–November 2014

Scarecrow

Scarecrow
I’ve got the ragged clothes
And the matted down hair
And the cold dark eyes
To provide that icy stare
Some day’s I’m so weak
I feel I’m made of straw
But, unlike a real scarecrow
I do have a heart

I’m feeling like a scarecrow and the people are the crows
I’ve got to look like a menace
So that they don’t come too close
But there’s one thing that these crows can’t see
Sometimes I’m just as afraid of them as they are of me 

Everyday these crows rip at me
But I don’t budge
I’ve become so used to them
To their actions
I am numb
Oh, but some days ignorance is oh, so hard

Lyrics & Music SNFU

SNaFU (Acronym)
American Military Radio-Speak from Vietnam war stands for;
Situation Normal all F***ked Up