Walking Behind Schizophrenic Eyes. Perry Ritthaler
over for seeing the other positive ways we can be grateful for the present moment; the meaning embedded in our lives; and the work you do on a daily basis to empower that life through the ways of transforming this present reality into the forms of a more successful life.
It is not necessarily the reality situation circumstance that shapes us; but the lenses in which we view the world that shaped our experience of reality. If we can change the lenses in which your brain viewed the world; through education and reflection; not only can we create the positive type of leadership; we can raise our health outcomes and ripple this effect out to people around us.
Success is not where you are; it is how far you have come since the day you started.
All of the events in this story are true and based on experienced events that happened; and only the poetry is based on fiction.
CHAPTER ONE
THE HOSPITAL
Doctor Lector; I have given the patient his medication; and he is back typing out his life story and writing poetry on the computer in the hospital library.
The video production department has finished his video file; and when you have the time please click on the link below and watch the patient video file.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DnOC8ZPMOA&feature=youtu.be
Poetry
Insanities Companions’
Deep in my mind; can you see them too?
I start to laugh; I see my crazy crew
Voices or images that come and go
My insanity grows with the more I know
Many voices different from the other
One loves me acting like my mother
While others are nasty at times
Making me agree to horrible crimes
I am locked away
Watching my mind decay
Insanity rotting my brain day-by-day
Desire to create happiness drifted away
A mind trained to remember my past
A habit formed can last-and -last
I remember being healthy and free
I feel sorry for myself thinking of me
I sit alone paying for my crime
A criminal mind most of the time
Relentless voices never stop talking to me
Harassing me with images I can see
Tell me where to go; who I should see
Listen to words promising to help me
I never speak to people I see on the street
Lost in my mind I plan my retreat
Feeling uncomfortable when I walk
Feeling angry or frustrated when I talk
I scream stop talking to me
Fighting voices in my mind I can see
Sexy whispers in my ear
Anger into frustration becomes clear
I can have any woman I see?
I stalk dark streets hunting free
I crave sex to vent my rage
Voices tell me about a war we wage
Darkness of the night I prowl into the light
Looking for the girl to complete my night
Ritual voices become my habit
I hunt the girl like a white rabbit
I scream out-loud into the night
Sexual anger fuel an elixir just right
A dark knight screaming to feel right
Angry wild man howling in the moonlight
People I meet run away scared
Wild eyes run away unprepared
Chasing random people looking scared
Power to control stalking the unprepared
Yelling I chase them down the street
Voices cheer me on fight the stranger I meet
Fear cast into my eyes
I carry a butcher knife screaming lies
I hunt the ones I chase
With a red painted face
My screaming face
Creating fear my victim’s embrace
A powerful one haunting the night
The dark skies I chase when I fight
Chase a woman falling down a set of stairs
Hover over her body; a voice yells who cares
Voices whisper smell her skin
Scents of perfume fuel my desire to sin
Voices yell I hunted her down
A man looked on with a frown
I want to run then hide
Is she alive or has she died
I feel trapped afraid to talk
He dialed his cellphone; began to walk
I try to run but voices tell me to play
You caught her have your day
Wonder if she is dead
I carefully hold her head
Lifeless body on the ground
Voices tell me take what you found
Two men in uniform run down the stairs
My voices tell me who cares
One pulls a gun I drop my knife
Is this a girlfriend or your wife?
Sweat covers my face seeping through paint
She fell down the stairs; she felt faint
He picked up my knife; I am under arrest
Voices telling me to spit on the woman’s chest
Obeying the habits in my mind will grow
Police tell me I am the criminal they know
They have been looking for a man like me
I no longer scare innocent people walking free
Those we deem "insane" diagnosed by our "health" professionals are merely those who have gotten caught in a loop of "negative" emotions; programs and habits of thought that from which they are unable to extricate themselves on any type of consistent basis.
LIVING