Author: maxjameslewy

Max James 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' 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" last year, 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, talks philosophy with anyone who will oblige, and avoids Dr.s at all costs. He is currently working on his next book.

The Neon Isle of Inner City

TINY SEED JOURNAL

I will arise and go now, and go to the inner city,
And a large skyscraper scale, of tar and metal made;
Nine accountants will I have there, a hive for the worker-bee;
And live alone in my flat, well-paid.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes fleeing
ennui –
Fleeing, – quick!- the veiled morning to where the typewriter
sings;
There midnight’s all a simmer, and noon a man-strewn sea,
And evening full of up-to-the-minute things.

I will arise and go now, for always January or May,
I see neon light flashing with fleet hue by the sill;
While I lay prostrate by the door, or lost beneath the Birch’s sway,
I see it in every maddening daffodil!

By Max 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…

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12 Rules For M. A. D. (‘Miracles A Dozen’) Recovery: How I Defeated Mental Sickness And Reclaimed My Life

Believe In Your Own Star (Form An Unshakable Attachment To Life)

Slow & Steady Wins The Race

Reconnect With Your Instincts

Don’t Be Bossed About By Others But Conform When Really Necessary

Turn Negatives Into Positives

Recapitulate And Build On Your Former Strengths

Direct Your Fear Of Threats And Sense Of Enmity Outwards On Real, Well Defined Targets & Fully Assess Your Environment For Hazards

Recognize The Ability For And Embrace Change (Express And Evaluate The Axioms Of Behavior And Belief That Have Carried You This Far)

Build A Framework Of Core Values And Belief In Your Own Mind And Endeavour To Live By Them

Express Yourself Thru’ Garbled Poetry When Things Are Too Painful Even To See Clearly

Cultivate Detachment, Or Even Scorn

Bring Back Your Story To Help Others

“When you give to someone in need, don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing” (Matthew 6:3)