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| artwork by Dan Dishman |
What's up world!! Its your man D-Natural, back 2 hit you with some more of my original writing. Let me 1st apologize 4 not posting in a minute. As u know, whenever you don't see me, its because iAm maaad busy. Things have been crazy but u know I can't stay away from y'all 2 long!!! Just know that I have some surprises 4 you guys and u know I'ma always hit u with more of my music and writing. I thank everybody 4 their support of this blog and my work. It means alot!! That's part of what keeps my spirits up, when I see my work being recognized and respected! But then those are those times when I don't feel my best and my mind can get very dark. Negative thoughts come and settle like unwanted house guests in my head. I have my cycles where I feel all I do is 4 nothing. I feel lonely, vulnerable and my cries go unheard. Now though I eventually pull out these rough spots mentally, I like 2 record these moments where my mind is chaotic. My music and writing will always express my true nature. Here is a glimpse into the darkness of D-Natural...
Manic Depression
By: D-Natural
By: D-Natural
Disturbance
thoughts racing
like horses
out of control
spiraling mess
confusion
ignoring self
ignoring the facts
loathing attention
but wanting help
hopelessness
is an understatement
desiring to abandon
all that is
for all that isn't
recluse
isolated madness
anxiety batters the body
and
ravishes any purity
bitter blues
are frequent
talents are used
inspired creativity
nourished by
a reality invented
creating is the only
time when he feels
whole
closest to God
at ease
and other moments
are suspended in time
self doubt
with underlying confidence
knighting himself
to impact the world
so that those can
experience his enigma
feeling as if chosen
to carry out several tasks
to unleash a power
not temperamental to any factor
however fear
is the variable
life is only temporary
as if his mere existence is not enough
playing poker with the devil
but really wanting
the comfort of angels
to be cradled by God
like a new born baby
wishing to return
to a time
where things were simple
before reality
started raping his request
for peace
as though it is a luxury
only afforded
at intervals
of glory by grace
this is a sickness
with a complexity
of a genius design
his screws are loose
but the ones that are not
are polished with pristine quality
thus sustaining him
during times of uncertainty
ye though he walks
through the valley of death
he fears no evil
but embracing
such a valley
with its dark corners feeling like
a sanctuary for his insanity
but at the same time hell
a paradox of truths
and the thoughts
that riot
in the tin pan allies
of his beautiful mind
scorned
