Art From The Borderline, Purple Bunny Meets Choken The Broken (1)

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Art From The Highcroft Hospital Borderline

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Arting into Soul Stories And Making A Difference To Borderline Mental Health Conditions  : 

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When you are half mad and made so by life,  strange things happen and out walks parts of the soul.

"Well,  you ARRRRE  magical, oh  Choken The Broken "  .  Said Purple Bunny

"Ahhhh,  but only because of the deep wound lands and the flows of the Tragical"... 

Said Choken The Broken King.  .

And he chanted :  

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"I shall sing of Time 

Cannot you not see how I take off my other eyes

I've put them in the air , there

And the cut years go red  with care,  and  flow into my other

Ones of red cries .

The soldier ghosts come charging through me and so does

A million rapes 

All histories,  no barriers , no skin,   all shapes .

Half brick and chambers of long corridor,

I am the King of electric wire and needled asylum screams,  

And,  the King of the nakedly sore ......

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Slowly , so slowly,  I am constructing the story, a "para-journal" of   "Borderline" lives I have seen  in the wards and asylums . I lived in an asylum twice .

Constructing the story  both  with parallel magic and its twin power of the law of tragic,  and the feel of real - throwing some soul razors in to walk on ....And the speech is poetry and the characters live.

In me one is always Purple .. In remembrance of the Soul Of Hurts .

Magical-tragical feelism ... It emerges in its various forms in  all truthful writing and books really .

The moment when the weed and flower sprouts in the war crater.  If at all . Or   the bone grey dusts go moonlike in those universe craters and we walk in our personal moons and we say:

 "The Child has landed "

Ahh look -   The soldier too. And maybe teddy's shadow and a strange purple rabbit . Oh look there is the King of Cuts too ..

On Borderline Planet,  the mind sometimes invents parallel places to save the soul and the soul sends in recruits. The Soul at its deepest level of feeling just wants to become whole  - hell is life and what it tried to get through to live. 

Dissociation was just a rocket ship  into space ..

I cannot forget the people whose ghosts I see from the wards  . The ones I loved and who are dead and died from wounds in their souls .... Sometimes  I cannot bear life and its social unconsciousness and the false Governments we have created to "look after us"  - who finally look after exactly who  and how ? ..

Send in the soul's recruits .  Borrow magic and speak out the tragic and make the "all-Child" and the intuitive come alive is the artist's soul advice  - who knows,  the soul's  butterfly effect might happen .. Consciousness might light up ..

That is the art of art on my borderline . There might be some zen hanging about there too ..

Its a hope ... A weed in the crater . Maybe nurtured by a few tears . I like that .. Do not give us Ward-Borderliners a  badge of courage .  NOOO ....

Give us a crater emblem with a weed and a bucket of witness .  The badge of trees will come later .

But what features with  the characters of  Purple Bunny and Choken the Broken as they assume shapes is the mass stories of relational trauma we cause in this world .. A song of sorrow too . A song of long long witness.

Choken the Broken is Highcroft Hospital in Birmingham Erdington where I lived on a ward twice  - well he is for me ... For you,  he is something else ..

The ward is gone and now people of great damages often walk the identity virtualised streets, online and offline,   and their lives are played out within a half false play of services that can hardly care , that are not therapeutic often,  and somehow cannot deliver the depth of therapeutic soul deliverance they need ..

There are many on the "Borderline" . Many .

And the chant goes on  and on and on .. 

Send in the soul's recruits ... Please ...