Spotty cat was black and white,
dogs gave her such a fright,
curled up on my bed at night,
protect her with all my might.
At first, she refused my charms,
then she slept in my arms,
light a smoke she'd leave the room,
put it out, come back soon.
When the house she got out,
make me chase, run about,
she came not home one day,
where she went I could not say.
This she could not see,
again she will be with me,
saw wind flowing through a tree,
it was spotty coming back to me.
About the Author
I was born in Melbourne Australia on March 4th, 1957. My mother worked in a pie van at Victoria market. My father drank. My brother, sister and I used to take time off school, go to the museum, botanical gardens or sneak into the zoo. When I was 9 we moved to a country town not far from the city. I enjoyed roaming around the paddocks. I didn't do well at school, my lack of concentration made studying difficult, I dropped out to pursue a career in retail. I managed an aquarium successfully. In 1985 I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, later with paranoid schizophrenia, with this came heavy cannabis use. I was in and out of hospitals for a long time. New medications have made me stable, I haven't been hospitalized since 2000. Psychosis radicalized my thinking, I realized I could make something out of the darkness. That was the beginning of my paranormal journey.
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