Manic Depression....



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

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