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To live or not to live,
That is the only question,
Yesterday I spent all day in hospital,
Not unusual, but this time, I was the patient,
They settled me in a nice quiet corner booth, yum, loved it for what I had in mind...,
In the booth next to me, a young woman was being given emergency treatment for a heart attack,
Across from me, a man with acute appendicitis was moaning not so softly, whilst they attached all kinds of IV’s to him,
I love hospitals,
I especially love going to visit my friends and ‘others’ at the psychiatric ward,
Their antics are hilarious,
I sometimes feel they’re the only ‘real’ characters on the Shakespearian worldly stage,
I go to hospitals betimes, to rest, to think, to cogitate, its odd, but you can go into a nice deep trance in an atmosphere filled with urgency if you know how to,
At one point I was awakened from my spell by a woman screaming in agony, and the cries of a newborn braving this world,
The screams subsided and pleasant chatter ensued amongst the excited family members[mom doing just fine...],
I sent them much love and welcomed the little one to our dimension, and, promptly fell back into Hypnos’ deep lap...,
They took six hours to get to me[just as well I needed the rest...],
By then, I had had a glorious sleep and I felt not only much refreshed but healed as well...,
Your analyses and X-rays show you’re as healthy as a newborn Doc, was the verdict,
Of course, by that time I knew it,
But smiled gratefully anyway,
I thanked them all for their graciousness and went on my way,
A new man,
Ready to face another decade or so, that’s how rarely hospitals see me for me...

Thus, I sculpt my life,
Moment by moment,
I do my best to forget yesterdays,
And not to dream of tomorrows,
After all, is there any other moment other than now???

People, who can be trusted are very important,
It’s so difficult – being reliable person in life.
Always those who are kind have to go through discomfort,
But without them world wouldn’t be light and bright.

Your truth could never be true
Contaminated with lies,
Envy too,
Your truth tried to hurt me
But you end up hurting you
See, when people finally see you for what you are
Your repute will be gone like a shooting star
Spreading lies like a plague
It will all come back on your name
For no one will want you to darken their door
They will listen to your tales never more
Tales of deceit
Tainted green.....
Itching your tongue like poison ivy
Your truth don't scare me
I will never shrink
Before your malodorous
Gossip
Food you don't give
My clothes you don't buy
Your truth don't give me drink
So I don't give a rat's eye
Your truth is mean,
May sometimes make me scream
But let me let you know.....
It ain't gonna stop my show
For all that I am and all that I have
Came from the Creator above
And when I go to sleep at night
I rest in His love....
Now think about that,
Think long and hard
For me you should be glad
That my Father and I we got it going good
Cuz I know I am covered y His blood.
His is the only truth I'll take
Over your BS,
You big fake.
Talking me bad
Seems to make you glad
But just wanna say....
I am still the best friend you ever had.

With sustained winds of a-hundred-ninety-five mph
and gusts up to two-hundred-and-thirty-five,
it’s no wonder that so many people can’t
enjoy island life or, worse, are no longer alive.
Bodies in water, bodies on bridges,
bodies on side of road, die
everywhere, flesh rotting over
and under heaps of rubble, piled high.

Bodies impaled by floating debris,
as hidden under water it veers
fresh water salted by 5-meter ocean wall
and saline of human tears,
leaving thirst that reaches into
the infinite depths of sorrow’s abyss.
Too many are those that have seen
devastation as wide-spread as this.

Roads washed out, blocked by debris,
lights no longer brightly shining
electricity compromised or totally gone,
leaves dark clouds, no silver lining.
Food, clothing, shelter, all taken away.
Then, tropical low Zoraida stirred hot air.
Its blowing winds more rain delivered,
leaving citizens drowning in their despair.

Thankfulness for being alive now replaced
by constant worries about how to survive
with not only homes but cities destroyed
leaving no sustenance and no place dry.
As competition pits survivor against survivor,
marring the complexion of the human face
a nation awaits worldwide compassion
its love and its support and saving grace.

It was their dream. Cuddley pillows, dimed lights. Living above their means, material wealth in sight. Finally eyes are open, oprah appears on screen. "Her" dream has happen, everything looks so green. Then came the crash; housing and stock market. Banks have no cash; water poured in baskets. Creditors on the retreat, washington responses are strong. Though feeling the heat; can't right this wrong! Retiring for their dream, waking to this nightmare. This nation now screams: how we got here? From bush to obama, the dollar under squeeze. Democrats now take power, americans facing credit freeze! America economy is crumbling. China/india looking on. Americans are now grumbling: look what "they" have become. What was once a dream, has now become a yoke. America for all "it seems"; it's a nightmare and broke!

Some folks feel they have the right,
To admonish and advise.
They think that their opinion,
Should just always override.

Hot words or inuendo,
Sometimes subtle others bold.
Who do they think that they are?
What gives them the right to scold?

Them thinking they're so clever,
Really just gives me a pain.
They could do so much better,
If their own lives they'd arrange.

With their meddling in the lives,
And affairs of other folks,
What hope have they of finding,
True happiness of their own?

So don't throw your monkey wrench,
Into other's cogs and gears.
Just tend to your own business,
Cause you'll find no takers here.

I was watching my fellow-travellers on this globe, frolicking in the waves today,
I had already done my frolicking, and was relaxing with a cuppa,[a Frappe, nice ice-cold Greek coffee with a tad of milk, shaken in a blender, mmm..., wouldn’t mind some now...],
I like mine extra-strong, with a kick like a mule’s...

Suddenly a ‘little mermaid’ caught my eye,
Not just because she was young, lithe and drop-dead gorgeous,
Honest, no, she just happened to appear in my field of vision...
Well, you may say, nothing unusual about that, the beaches are filled with beautiful young women these days..., true,
What was different about this little mermaid is that she was trying to ‘get away’,
But, she was accompanied by a gangly, skinny, youth with a skin as white as ivory, in contrast to her warm, come-to-me tan...

I watched with a melancholy kind of amusement, the "tet a tet" between these two, whilst pondering the ‘folly’ of youth,
He ungainly hopped and skipped like an awkward, testosterone-filled giraffe, and a fever only a dervish dancer can muster,
She, smooth and graceful like the mythical Aphrodite, our island is famed for,
He, encircling her like a possessive octopus,
She, elegantly trying every trick in the book to escape his suffocating tentacles, and just enjoy the surf...
The octopod, however, sensing that this one wanted to get away, simply tightened his grip...

The feminine spirit has great patience when it comes to dealing with the masculine,
I marvelled that the little mermaid kept politely trying and trying to spread her wings,
But, sadly, this was one little mermaid that couldn’t,
As my eye tired and wandered away,
I sent a silent request to the divine,
That her life would not forever be ‘control-freaked’ by her beau, and that one day,
She would cast out, and swim to her destiny unfettered by an unhealthy bond...

“Only play makes the man whole and unfolds both sides of his nature at
once. Man only plays when he is in the fullest sense of the word a human
being, and he is only a human being when he plays.”
German philosopher Frederick Schiller


as a holistic healer, i constantly have to think of ways to improve our health,
play, is, by far, one of the best modalities i have discovered,
why?
it is its own reward and its motives are pure,
to play...

.
let's ponder this for a moment,
play has inherent value, no one needs to evaluate it and give it worth,
in contrast, most other activities develop a value after their completion,
but with play, one enjoys it while one is engaged in it,
how more holistic can it get?


someone once called life “the game of the gods.”,
the ancient greeks were good at play,
Hermes was noted for his pranks,
amongst the indigenous tribes that live in North and Central America, the coyote represents the prankster who apparently acts purely for its own animal benefit,
at least one writer depicts him as 'the non-chalant-genital-scratcher', no matter whose company he's in,
{personally, i would draw the line there, but, hey, who knows, anyone with experience let us know...???}
all ancient primitive tribes ended most days with a dance and song around the evening fire after their meal,
folks, history shows us that there were very few psychopaths if any, in those fun-loving ancient tribes...

if we hearken back on our lives, many of us will agree that many of the happiest times of our lives were when we were at play,
does it not behoove us therefore to see more of life as play?
imagine if we began board-meetings with a song and dance,
man, that would loosen some tight asses, i bet,
imagine how much more effective teaching would be if some fun/play was introduced in the mind-numbing classes of schools across the globe,
And yes, making love, is definitely play...,
why, none less than Marianne Williamson said in one of her books, that we would eradicate crime overnight if everyone[adult, please!]got laid every night,

play, anyone...

Separated from our world we are, ‘tis true
Scavenging, raping, polluting without shame
Taking what our mind conceives is owed
dominion over all we seek all to tame

To find a safe haven within wasteland
going to Mars is a long way to roam
Are we to find out how another, too,
destroyed their once luscious home

The rolling-minstrel poet, said
with words so blue and true
warning of intragalactic garbage
…coming to a planet near you.

they say we'll come to our end one day
they say we just won't matter
they say we'll become our own prey
with thoughts as mad as a hatter

they say we'll run out of water
they say we'll run out of food
they say we'll kill or be slaughtered
they say we'll come to no good

they say civility's near an end
they say there's no use in tryin'
they say our actions only portend
civilization's weakness's underlyin'

they say we don't know what we're doin'
and perhaps it's true, we don't
seems like the whole world we're screwin'
but maybe the prediction's overblown

maybe there's another bend to turn
maybe there is another angle
maybe 'stead of like before, we'll learn
to sort our emotions to better unscramble

maybe love can actually conquer fear
maybe there's a brighter dawn to come
today's weathered is tomorrow's all clear
maybe empathy is our new rule-of-thumb

© agoodguy2have 2011-08-08