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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
Alone she decided it was time to groove
Music had always made her complete

"Change the beat the rhythm is too slow
I have got to dance, just watch me go
Here on my dance floor is where I glow
My body is hot as it goes with the flow
Every twist, turn or step I know
My body will even bend like a bow"


It was her time she made no apologies
No one to answer to or take care of now
No running nose due to allergies
No wondering if for this time will allow
She rock like a sixteen year old
She wined like a belly dancer
Her moves are daring and bold
Even she wonders if she is from Asia

Then she took a moment as her breath slowed
She stopped the music and really smiled
She felt her body ached, ebbed and flowed
At the mirror she stuck her tongue out like a child
She cared not if her reflection approved
In this time, at this place she was her own boss
It was her time and she just grooved
Sweat, stress and worries her only loss

I'm looking for something,
Inside my head,
A button or lever,
Before I'm dead,
The switches that control
my blood and breath,
So I can cheat death...

My nose drips like a leaky faucet
I can't enjoy the things that I eat
My head is fuzzy
My heart is beating too fast
All I want to do is sleep
Where did I get this cold?
Was it from a coworker?
Was it from a public place like the mall?
I wish I would have gotten my flu shot
I wish I could sleep better
My head is hot
I think I'll curl up on the couch and watch tv
The Office, Super Bowl playoff games, and Stepbrothers
I have a cold and it sucks

At Horror Hospital in the Emergency Ward, strange practices are being carried out, like digging for veins to fit canulas, my arm was a victim when it blew up like a balloon and it started to bleed, do they know what they are doing ?. Another situation, why are they starving me when I am diabetic ?. They must know the risks low glycemic levels can cause, though they continue to do this. I personally think they have lost the plot; the ailment I have is a virus so they infuse me with antibiotics which is non effective against this problem, I am not happy about this practice and feel this could have been avoided with tablets. This I feel is incompetence that is why I don't like this hospital as it feels more like a prison sentence.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 6th November 2018

Cluttered, Psychologically cluttered
With material objects in our lives
Chaotic moments. restless souls
Mental clarity a thing of the past
Elusive, unattainable, won't last

Universal law, ancient and true
We've been told get rid of old
Make room for blessings new
We all know, practiced only by few
Gotta have space for more blessings to flow!

Take a tour in my closet full of clothes
Trousers a plenty; tops too many
You said haven't worn for a year? Bin it baby!
Or at least hit the road to nearby Salvation Army
Be a blessing to others, let it flow lavishly!

Oh bonnie face but eyes so dim,
I wonder what lie within,
What thoughts have you and dreams you see,
But there by the grace of God goes me.

What hopes and dreams do you harbour there,
Does family see you as a cross to bare,
Society labels you as mentally impaired,
Truth isyou have them scared.

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 multiplied
From problems that don't decide
We grow old before age
Because souls are dried up.

On the worst of nights, I promise to myself I will not return to every place you hurt me. Shedding tears, we weep our hearts into our shaking hands. Everything is and is not as it should be as the piece come together than scatter again to the stars. The moon looks down as if saying oh look at you lay beneath the tree, so small so quaint. So pitiful yet beautiful. I remember once you used to fly. What happened to your wings?
My wings?
What happened to my wings?
You happened to my wings. The darkness that surrounds me, that chokes me and tried to suffocate me. I once flew among the clouds and the bright glittery sun. I’m caught in insanities grip. Dear sweet moon how can you follow such a damaged girl so absolutely? But I have hope, a prince I have grown to love. A beacon in the desolate land. With him no matter how dark the night gets hope is possible.
Once I felt surrounded by a crowd of liars and thieves but now I have a king who makes me feel like a queen.
On the worst of nights, I promise to myself I will not return to place that you hurt me. My love calls to my soul like a beacon of light in these rough seas. For with that light now I feel peace even when I am scared.

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.

Clear you mind of all your stress.
Remove it, take it out,Put it in a box or on a shelf.
Now relax and take a deep breath, look inside yourself.
Now you see whats bothering you, on your way to better health.