For Medicinal Purposes
Ode to the wonderful medicinal properties of a fine Single malt scotch.
The Red Line
I got a boo boo going down the right side of my face. Lucky me no it will not scar. I have good skin as the doctor has always said. But when I go out in public people I do not even know come and ask me questions about is it going to scar. What happened? And I love the ones that tell me it is on my face and it is about four inches long. Ummm think I know that. It now is starting to heal and hurts a little still.
Daniel an angel fighting for your future
Me and friend Dylan about four years ago was working rebuilding a barn where asbestos was put into the walls of the barn without us knowing it's very difficult to believe that that some members of authority could be this evil and try and cover there tracks by using others telling lies they want do this again Cornish people are proud and stand for what is right
Boxer versus the MMA person
sometimes interesting sports develope and the game goes on what and unusual turn of events good to view all the best
CHILL OUT
in the morning rush of a daily routine how neat it is to find a short few moments to sit and be still and simply just unwind with a music tape playing softly maybe in the garden maybe in a chair maybe rest your eyes lighten up your cares
Beefing Up
It's work but it's working...
What a Pain!
Just having a rough morning with my rheumatoid arthritis. A hot soak has helped somewhat, so I'm off out to finish rebuilding a cabinet.
Denial/Soberity
I wrote this poem to try to relieve the frustation I was having living with family who were addicts, One day I thought if I could explain it from their point of view maybe I could understand and handle situation better.Basically my form of therapy.
Surcease
Reflections as the pain subsides...
In the Arms of Despair
I witnessed a drug overdose of someone who survived, this is my way of dealing with it trying to view it from their point of view.
charitable giving
filed under health
Stories
On the upswing...
that cloud looks like a
i think i was dozing...
`what are you doing tonight`
a relax night after a busy week so far
Weaning
Wish me luck!
suggested inner home remedies 411
I'm silly sick...
"THE SEVERITY OF THE WOUND"
going under the knife.....
Suffering
What better a way to release emotion than to write it. Thank you foro aallowing me too.
REDEMPTION
i composed this poem dedicated to all individuals (both genders) having traveled on, or are currently walking on, the horrific road entitled "Anorexia." My intent is to instill "hope" into their thought patterns...I'm pleading to depend on our Heavenly Father...HE, unlike countless counselors, will bring you into "the LIGHT," so to speak. Allow HIM to do so...sending love...{i am currently at an ideal, healthy weight.}
feeding the meter
nanoseconds take so long as years seem to fly away elated sorrow for times prolong time is short on this long day times back then to live forever we knew no time to waste away young and innocent of whatsoever always time for another day
Life Force
it is what it is .....
life on loan
sign the parchment of today's line inking with blood this promissory note remunerated doer significant construer shout the hilltop breath don't stop can profanity emphasize the extreme elation principally interested just being part of
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/
Tendons & Ligaments
Soft-tissue damage...much like damage to the broken heart.
for want
The old man sat nearly motionless pen to paper laid head slightly bent as the young man stepped from nowhere with menace in his hands "Give me all your words, the ones with the patina" "ones that when rubbed, shine brightly in our dim lig
LOST
It's not often I write something like this, but decided to as it is a subject close to my heart, not talked about, and often swept under the carpet.... Bi-polar disorder, is a very horrible thing, and is a lifelong battle, and you have to be strong enough, always, for the next round...Thankyou...Andrew...xxx
JUST FOR YOU
To every reader this one is for you>
TOUGH AIN'T ENOUGH
We show our power We show our strenght We use our muscle to fight in Show our bravery from within Tough ain't enough Though how much we show up When hardest problems sucks Our minds may be in state of shock Enjoy life be happy Don't take
Inside Me
You look at me what do you see A body bent, misshapen Features slack with drooling mouth And fingers constant twitching The only sounds my mouth escapes Are grunts that sound so pig like Body trapped in chair on wheels No way for me to move
Auto- Immune
After my hysterectomy, I was prescribed an estrogen patch. It worked great for two weeks then I became noticeably weaker in my hips, legs and calves.Kicking off bed covers is a real challenge. Raising up out of a chair and walking is a real struggle and the doctors have no answers. On top of all of this, I broke my middle toe on my left foot while vacuuming the house.
the struggle.(part one)
I was inspired to post this writing, by pilgrimageoflove's poem titled "I know no other like me". I wrote it in 2000 after suffering a severe car wreck and consequent concussion...during this time I became aware that i was starting to suffer from symptoms of schizophrenia. this is my story of that struggle. after reading "I know no other like me" i decided for the first time ever to share "the struggle". it is in 2 parts due to length.
the struggle.(part two)
part two of two.
To the Pinkpoetress.
I just wrote this rhyme quickly. what I wrote is simply a way to rest the body while the mind is occupied. it isn't sleep, but the longer you concentrate the more the likelihood that your mind will actually dream so to speak. it is actually a proven fact, the more exhausted the body becomes the easier it is to achieve, slowing your breathing actually allows the mind "meditate" while the body sleeps or rests...after 20-30 minutes of this when you snap out of it, you will feel as if you had slept 4-6 hours. just a trick that may or may not work for you. i have used it often.(I hope you do not mind the title)
i know this KIND, not the KIND KIND
I WAS MOVED TO WRITE THIS POEM IN HONOR OF HONORABLE MEN, AS FOR ME I AM ONLY VENERABLE (WHATEVER THE HELL THAT IS) ~free!~
" Running "
For those who are not sure if they want to exercise today.
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
Nurse
Just praising a nurses work....
Amnesia
Everytime I thought I finished it I came up with another verse. It is now finished.
true story; couple days ago
highway 33 in wisconsin. I was far enough back I had plenty of time to figure my way out, go through my choices but not enough time to stop. when i took that narrow just a little room to the right i was right next to him at this time he still didn't make his left turn, only until my tractor was even with him on the right. would been right through that car. don't matter how far we are back, don't slam your brakes on give us plenty of notice on these two lane roads. before you hit your brakes or just flash your brake lights once or twice real quick to let us know your about to turn. or something like that.
haiku's
my boots are ragged..
run, run, run
ive been going to the gym what more could be said