greeting
to greet my self
Piscean Peace
silence tide waves of comfort soothe my ears cool my soul wash my heart liquid quiet with closed eyes some imagine death dark and still dormancy mine transcendence welcome spirit released to wander explore return wringing wet with r
hope is creating a garden in my life
hope is a word often said yet undernourished in these broken healing days it has planted seeds in my heart its an opportunity for rebirth snd awakening in the midst of the frustration it quietly blooms reminding me that as the days ahead br
Life Force
it is what it is .....
No Title
As the nights grow short and my soul grows long you can find me by the river where hope caries on tell all these stones in my heart were only sand in the sea
Lost Never To Be Found
Straight from my heart. Prayers please. Due for another surgery next week. Thanks. Bless u.
GROOVE TIME
She smiled as she closed the front door A smile that never quite reached her eyes For a moment she studied the floor So very intrigued by the various dyes Her feet tapped a rhythm as her body moved She turned the stereo on with the right beat A
Zen state
Written awhile back...
Cold
Got this cold a few days ago. Hopefully it will pass by quickly.
Horror Hospital
This poem is based on a true account that I personally experienced, for legal reasons I was unable to mention the actual hospital, so it was given the title Horror Hospital for the poem namesake. Believe me this is real, it's darn real.
Gotta Simplify
life is simpler than we make it...
eyes so dim
written observation on a train
We grow old not from an old age
We grow old not from an old age Not from the lived years. We grow old for fatigue, For offenses and from sins. From melancholy and hopelessness, From unfulfilled love, From everyday hopelessness, Daily vanity From cares that are only mult
where are my wings
I have PTSD and was trying to express my recovery. I dont know if it will make sense to you but it makes complete to me
Moving on
I do get dissapointed.. but I must not let that impede on the life I have yet to live and to all that I can give.
Focusing Works
this is a techniquie by Eugene Gendlin PH.D. for unlocking your inner wisdom.
haiku's
my boots are ragged..
The Trial of Good Bye
Rehabilitation is never easy
My true love forever
Its about just always being caring and loving my girl. And I would do anything to make her day brighter. And if she were sick I would do anything to make her comfortable. I'm a very compassionate mate and am patient.
Madness
Sometimes when things in life seem to be so over-bearing our minds become a wandering mess of thoughts, we stop eating and reflect on negatives and it takes time to mend, not all can cope with lifes pains and stresses and some drop deeper into the madness of the mind.
In Your Mind
Darkly, dimly in your mind I can read the thoughts that haunt you Terrors that wake you in the night And leave your sheets asoaking Your legs tremble as you run in sleep To escape those terrors in your mind Yet still they bounce around in the
mouse
short ditty from the past about a dear eastern friend who was ill
just hit
If you can look differently you will find that there are so many other things you can do for the mankind, you can write eBook and publish online, you can create a website and tell the world what you think, it is better than guessing people you do not understand , it is better than get hurt by justify or testify people . for the first time maybe i am braking CS rules:: This site does not require any promotion/publicity/money, the process is just to help people. elevengod.epizy.com
In Side The Trainers Mind
Straight ahead and looking forward and moving thru tine and space and the optics ahead keeping the pace on the race one step to begin and only though is to win in the mind transitions slowly takes hold the flame and the earth the air the fire returns
no belgium(homeless again..)
schieve lavabo.. a twisted skin sink.. untranslatable brusselair's'spirit.. american poets don't forget..you've a belgian ancestor in your mind
fire light
The fear or being unwanted alone and getting old un able to do the thing we could in a time of youth
suggested inner home remedies 411
I'm silly sick...
reach for the stars..........
For BY and her friend ..........
JUST FOR YOU
To every reader this one is for you>
Will you be there?
Just thoughts on aging
notes of pain
i close my eyes as the pain waves over my wrist and shuts down the cognitive it takes me back to the primitive totally uninhibited a fragile symphony as my body tries to heal a hand that would fit in a dali landscape the wrist bent back over
Surcease
Reflections as the pain subsides...
When.............
How precious is the gift of sight .......
Life
life can be hard at times
The coach Potatoe
The moral of the poem is excercise more
The Ramblers
Since I became a poet, just the other day, I can't seem to stop slipping into verse. This was inspired by my observations while out walking with the Ramblers.
the struggle.(part two)
part two of two.
A.D.H.D
She talks alot and rarely asks She changes topic so quick Distraction is her ruler Medication to help thoughts stick Neglect can be a problem And she has a short temper She forgets to keep appointments Its really hard for her 90 miles a m
For Medicinal Purposes
Ode to the wonderful medicinal properties of a fine Single malt scotch.
the weight of the world
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_(mood) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_(clinical) http://www.pbs.org/thisemotionallife/topic/depression http://www.ei-resource.org/illness-information/environmental-illnesses/mental-&-emotional-problems/
Bye for a While
I have been escaping here and feel I do need to balance it all better and have good break. Excuse some dumb comments on beautiful poems.
Trapped
There are quite a number of diseases that can leave you completely paralysed yet leave you in full control of your cognitive functions