Cry Mercy at Decay

By Eric Bruno

This selection of works was created during a time of my life when I was not taking medication, using a lot of alcohol, and experiencing many mental health symptoms. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia and have been struggling to get myself together since I was a teenager. I have been through many atrocities, and this work is my expression of what it is like to go through the struggles of coping and facing what I have.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524540319

Eric Bruno

When I developed my mental health diagnosis, I was not able to function well. I was experiencing auditory hallucinations and delusions of persecution and of religious base. I was isolated from everyone and had no one to support me because I chased everyone away. I was homeless, incarcerated, and institutionalized many times. Since then I have been able to get myself together. I am taking medications, active in treatment, and finally achieving some independence. I wanted to publish my work to help people understand what it is like from the perspective of someone who is experiencing emotional health symptoms.

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Contents

PART I: HEARTH-SINTER

RANT OF CIRCUS-GNOME

OFF MY BACK

WINTER WORN

[HEAR]

RAGS

BLOODY HELL

INSIDIOUS

[RELAXATION]

LONGING

ENCUMBERED PLAIN

NORSE

MOCK

ANGELS

GOLDEN BALLS

FROM COLD GOING HOT

MANDORIN

BREAKING STRIFE

MOUTH

HOOKAH (1)

COLD (2)

SNOW (3)

DECISION (4)

WASHED

BOOZE

MOONSONG

ADDICTION

FIREMAN

BUM

BORED

MUMBLE

PIXIE (1)

DWARFED EARS (2)

INNOCENT

+THE SECOND FACE

WRAITH

THE REAL FATHER

FLUX

WELT

LUNAR

BUTTS

TEARS

RIPE

WISDOM (1)

FILTHY (2)

TORN

GRAVITY

SWEEP

SMOKE

MATTER

RIDE

BANG

DOG

BUDDAH

POETRY

HUM

DISCOVERED

TRUTH

SILENCE

WINDS

[BURN]

MOON

BANDAGES

PENNSYLVANIA

DRY

SKITS

BORE

NYMPH WOMAN

FORGOTTEN

BASEMENTS

DIFFERENT

[NOW]

[MEANINGLESS]

[IMAGE]

(OPENED)

SIMULATORS

SCOUT

TOWN

TOMORROWS-SORROW

ANOTHER MOTHER

ENTWINED

CONFINED

CONFOUND

[NIGHT]

[MIST]

THE DRUGS

A GLARE IN A MOMENTARY GLANCE

OUTSIDE

STARLIGHT

THE YEARNING

THE PROPOSITION

MODERN MAYHEM CONVULSES

TONS OF GUNS AND NEWFOUND LAND

RUN FROM ONE

STUMBLE INTO ANOTHER RUMBLE

PART II: CONTROLED-FLAME

SEED AGE

OF COURSE

BROKEN MESSIAH

FLICKER

DISTANT SHIPS

MAY-TIME & SENSES

FUNCTIONALITY (1)

MEMORY DEAD (2)

IGNORANT (3)

PERCIEVING PERSECATORY PRESSENCE (4)

KNOWN

FISSURE

SMELT

HEARTH

LIFE

HALL

FREEDOM

VARIOUS NEGLECTED (Inc. LIKE A CANDLE)

FIRE THEN ROCK THEN LIFE

THE FLAME THE LIFE (WE HAVE)

LIKE A CANDLE

THE LIGHT OF FLAME

LAW

SMITHEREEN VESSEL

SLAVE

UPON GROUND

A CIRCUS COLLECTION

DRY FOOT

INFLICTION AND SICKNESS

DELUDED DAY

BOUND IN THE PIT

PALE BRETHREN SICKENED SKY

FRIGHTENING LIGHT AND BARBARIC SINGING

MAN

HEATHEN MACHINES

AGAIN IN THE ELECTRICUTION ROOM

THE PYRIMID

HEARTH-SINTER AND THEN CONTROLED-FLAME

Inc. VARIOUS NEGLECTED AND OTHER SELECTIONS

From fire this hearth was made

Fire its core remained

Foundation of man was lain

And now the sky is stained

The core is creeping up

The void has issued flame

Into the force’s forming-cup

Rock- Earth became its name

From flame to deadly winter

Life shall be dead-cold instead of life, melting rock, and sinter

-HEARTH

A collection of Eric Carmen Bruno- poetry and short story being all-encompassing of his vision of his own modern folk-lore comprising Scandinavian mythology, interactions of all things, and the modern dilemma of finding peace in piece rather than rags.

A short story on the nature of living: sex, drugs, and human interaction. This story is designed to depict a world of chaos and corrupt nature. Some, including myself, see this crooked scene all over this country (being one of the best), and likewise the other nations of this world. The tale tackles addiction and malicious malignant attitudes and behaviors in action. This world is a slippery slope, many, are trying to better the standard of living and increase positive reinforcements for our youth attempting to one day achieve their dreams… they hope to raise the pedestal of this generation, and the next to come, on every front of which the war of well-being is waged. We hope it is waged and not raged on behalf of any of our kin, I hope.

Disease and illness grip us all in some matter to some degree. Perhaps it manipulates us all in every interaction to some measure. We all long for something. Let us find some measure of truth, of decency, and of righteous nature within our psyche, and likewise the psyche of Earth itself will heal. Let us bring forth a reign of the power of peace and of sanctity for this entire human race.

Segments collide and the whole of the text is divided. I, the author, have attempted to write every line with utter meaning. The poetry may strike some as poignant- their messages have struck myself. Many days and nights writing the segments have opened my eyes to a fact that there is much ill-ease at my own extent. My life is one in hidden confusion. Many rights are forgotten some nights and some days are full of extremes of business to sublime relaxation. In any extent, I do not embody every aspect of this story, but am merely attempting to depict what my psyche has engulfed along this path of life. I have added some passages merely to add well-being to this story but in any case: I hope you may reflect on this writing tonight.

PART I: HEARTH-SINTER

rags

A REVERB IS SUNG

a short collection of pain and mental affliction in America

the singing Flame-Eater

RANT OF CIRCUS-GNOME

(One brought low by malignancy of man)

Mortals forced into the depths of Hel

Hear my tale of woe and sorrow

One of having no compassion to borrow

Entrapped we are born

Unto the land of forlorn gain and haughty minds

Winds and clouds cover blistering sun

And the winds and clouds dissipate quickly for some

Here I am more than one

Cast aside and berated

The stories all belated

The power of unholy woe

Whirlwinds and suffering

Innocents bound in suffrage to a mighty force

eating their gain and inflicting pain

Testing and questing to reveal their stain

And unto the beast we are born

Beast in wind breaks free from scorn

Inflicting their pain unto the heads of the less