Ariel Amidst the Gloom

Ariel Amidst The Gloom

And I am the arrow, 
 The eye of the storm,
And I am the sparrow.  
The gentle of the breeze.
The cauldron of morning.
The angel leaf spiralling

to earth,

Transparent and weightless. A gentle feather,

No regrets, straight-firing; 
 Caressing your smiling,
(Emotionless - only clean air.)
Tear-stained cheek.

Seventy-seven small,
Brown sugars
Tip-toeing gracefully...
Towards the bright, bright

Tinted-glass, flimsy Night.

Max J. Lewy

Max J. Lewy (1983-) was born in the ex-coal-mining area of the South Wales valleys, U.K. to a Jewish father and English mother, and is now a recovering patient of Mental Health System abuses. He studied Philosophy at Warwick Univeristy, undergoing a spiritual transition & potential breakthrough which was aborted and derailed by misplaced 'treatment'. He spent 6 months living on the street as a runaway from NHS 'services' in Brighton. He self-published his first book of poetry, "Madness: a form of love" in 2018, detailing his ordeals as a form of therapy (#PoetryNotPills #MeditationNotSedation) and defence, and is the winner of RealisticPoetry's 2018 "Perspectives Of Love" Poetry Contest for the poem "River Of Eternity (For R. W.)". While currently spending his time writing poetry and philosophy about Mental Health, he is also considering re-training to work in the field of Artificial Intelligence (although, as he says himself, his intelligence is already highly artificial!). In his spare time, he plays tennis, drinks pure cacao sweetened with Manuka Honey, a long with various other herbal remedies and holistic health rituals, and avoids Dr.s at all costs.

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