Deliverance: A Poetic Journey of Redemption
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Poems outlining the psychiatric, spiritual, philosophical and artistic redemption from the mental health problems in the author's first book A Time To Cry, as well as other themes.
Other Trafford titles by this author include: A Time To Cry: A Poetic Memoir of Madness, Depression, and Unrequited Love
Paul Kloschinsky
Paul Kloschinsky was born in Saskatchewan in 1963. He received a B.Sc. in Computer Science as well as an MD from the University of British Columbia in the 1980's. He has worked as a General Practitioner for a time. For a period in the past he suffered mental health problems as outlined in his first book of poems A Time To Cry. In addition to being a writer, he is also an avid songwriter and photographer. He now lives in Delta, BC. This is his second book. He has a website at: www.kloschinsky.net
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Deliverance - Paul Kloschinsky
Success
Success is a fickle mistress.
She’ll kiss you when you’re sleeping,
bless your dreams with accolades,
then leave you struggle in the morning.
With the vanquished on the battlefield,
the lunatic strapped to his bed,
the rejected lover wandering the streets,
the failed athlete licking his wounds.
Until like the glory of the dawn
she’ll throw you a few scraps
of your happiness,
to melt the frost
of a winter’s chill
and let you dream about
her tender arms around your neck
and the blossoming spring eyes
of acceptance.
The Unknown Poet
I write my verse for the lone watchman
guarding the gates of paradise.
Crafting my lines to secure a place
beyond the killings, rejection slips,
and cigarette butts of everyday mundane
existence. Etching my rhyme on columns of smoke
rising to meet an angel’s glance.
Penetrating deep into the heart of solitude,
the words of others my only nourishment,
with dreams thrown out like dirty dishwater,
and wasted words blown around like
autumn leaves. Taking sanctuary in a distant light,
a forlorn star for an unknown poet.
The Slow Journey to Recovery
I came to their house suddenly,
demanding to speak to the wife,
the husband protesting adamantly
until they finally called the police.
(At first they were completely chaotic,
the four voices of the quartet.
Each singing out of tune,
with no underlying cohesion at all.)
The mixture was as cloudy as a mudslide,
making the world seem dark and stale.
Condemning all who saw through it
to heavy thoughts and despair.
At the hospital they gave me medicine
and calmed down my rage.
But still thoughts of her filled my mind,
and I longed to talk to her one more time.
(Slowly the four singers found common ground,
occasional bouts of harmony breaking through the confusion,
until finally they hit their stride,
making music out of chaos.)
It was decided to add a compound
to the foul, cloudy mixture.
Attempting to clear it up
and release those doomed to peer through it.
After release from the hospital
I saw her one more time.
We had a heartfelt discussion
and sowed seeds for the future.
(Now they perform widely.
Drawing praise for their fluid harmonies.
Each one interacting with the others
in perfect unison and sweet music.)
The compound cleared the mixture
after two weeks of deadening despair
until it was clear as crisp water
allowing all who peered through it health and happiness.
Redemption
My problems were too extensive,
my sorrow too deep,
for me to see
anyway out
if it had to be
by myself
and my own recourses.
So that I felt lost,
cut off from
the life around me.
Destined to suffer
for the rest of my life.
Then one day
by the occurence
of some chance circumstance
and inner feelings
of peace and contentment
I felt touched
by a power
greater than myself.
With enough power and wisdom
to help me through the desolation,
like the buoys and beacons
guiding the sailboats
to safe harbors.
And leave me working
with this great navigator
at this project called my life.
Stature
I walk amongst giants.
Those who tower in stature,
whose words and music have outlasted
even the mighty redwood.
But what am I to do?
A young seedling at the foot of kings
straining for a glimpse of the light.
Fledging on moss covered ground
and all I can do is grow, grow
and push upwards in the darkness
praying for a glimpse of the light
to show me the way.
Am I a weed, a rose, a redwood?
I do not know.
But as long as I am alive
I shall grow, grow
and aim towards the bright light of recognition.
Gracefully
I woke up this morning
looked in the mirror
and realized my youth was gone,
disintegrating like butter
melting in a frying pan.
I realized my friends were busy
with their marriages,
their children,
their jobs,
no longer able to sit at the beach
around a bonfire,
singing songs
until the wee hours of the night.
I felt sad.
My sun now at it’s zenith,
blazing bright at high noon,
and will soon start descending
to a glorious sunset.
I vowed to embrace the stages
of life gracefully;
the security,
maturity,
and wisdom
of advancing years
comforting me as I march onwards
towards the end of this mortal existence.
Starting Gate
I feel like a race horse
stuck in the stable.
A cramped, boring place
eating,
relaxing,
reflecting
while every once
and a while
they come by
and say
"We’re about to take you
to the starting gate."
But then the days go by
and nothing happens
and I fear I’m destined
to be a work horse
sent out to the fields
to toil and sweat.
So I just wait and pray
that some day
I’ll be able to start