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I saw this blind man using a cane
probing and navigate his way
It looked so simple and easy
I kept it in mind for a rainy day

On my travels I heard people say
we have all the answers inside
God made sure you know the way
now I cannot stop my sob and cry

I have probed and pricked
sharp needles makes some darn
bloody mess and now I think
this is the final show down

help !
a band-aid ?
oh thanks

Words spoken but can they be heard
Hearts broken with just one word
Weak is how the broken feel
Until they find the strength that helps them heal

Tired eyes must go to sleep,
for the morning will rise so
quickly and eyes will verly
even open as if they had no
sleep the night before.

Sleep is the food of thought to
we often wonder why it is a new
day and not much sleep yet.

We some will sleep on and on
and others very little sleep
to go on, but enjoy the sounds
of silence during resting time.

Just the thought of night time
to close your eyes and silence
in the room not a single word
to rest is what will make you
a fresh and new person.

Sleep is to learn of a new day
to start with a fresh mind of
what rest will do~~~~
Goodnight~~~~~~~~~~~
©breathless22

Aah what a pleasant day!
The wind is blowing on my face!
I can feel its gaze!
Warm and yet cold!

Particles of dust flying around!
Along with some bacteria in the pond!
My nostrils inhale!
While trying to take care!
That not much goes in!
Unfortunately, my body thinks another thing!

Sniff sniff, should I be pissed??
Aach chuu, good god, bless me too!
Puffy red eyes!
Scratching my thighs!

There goes my day!
Thanx to my immune system!
That has ruined my weekend!
This Bloody Recurring Allergy System!

Benadryl, Allegra, Zyrtec!
Oh God, they all give me a headache!
Antihistamines, don’t work on me doctor!
Don’t drug me coz I don’t want to revisit the hospital!

All things come to those who wait.
Yet we are never sure what to anticipate.
And here I sit; it’s getting late.
I try to think; then my thoughts dissipate.
I’m barely lucid; listening to the moonlight.
Early morning shadows, unhidden, dance upon the height.
I watch them dance beyond my line of sight.
I, then, bid them farewell until the next night.
The sky becomes striated, with wondrous colors; then the sun rises.
What things this glorious day will bring, I can only surmise.
I hear a bird hail me; so I watch as it flies.
I see a rabbit on the grass and away he shies.
I look up into the deep sky of dark.
I feel as though my life is so feral and stark.
I am as an overgrown forest awaiting just one spark.
Many are those who tried to find me, but always they missed my mark.
Looking around I begin to search inside.
I know not for what I am searching; yet I can feel it still, though it hides.
As one who is by himself and alone; in himself he confides.
He has his ethos and through life he abides.
He is his own adjudicator on his own continuum.
Ambling through life, looking for love, ad infinitum,
He ceaselessly works on his own decorum.
In his heart rages a fierce and constant forum.
The sound of many voices flows through his head, lulling him to sleep.
He wakes to the voices, and gratuitously he begins to weep.
He then goes on, and like a man upon the height, he leaps,
Taking in the world, looking for some small thing to keep.
The voices, they flay him, screaming to go faster.
They seek to control and guide his steps; yet of himself only he is master.
They spur him on, towards inevitable disaster.
He refuses to listen, as the voices grow ever vaster.
They, then, disappear and silence reigns.
Were they imagined, or are they real? Is he insane?
The memories of them begin to wane.
Then he is alone; the silence becomes maddening, and now comes the pain.
His body is exhausted and he aches, oh, how he hurts.
He tries to reckon, but his mind starts to skirt.
For a fleeting moment he is as a child playing in the dirt.
Without a care in the world, the end of the vision is quite curt.
He is himself and alone; he wonders, was it a dream?
He hasn’t the answer, what does it all mean?

I came upon a mental block,
A path in my mind where I could not walk,
The way was shut and I was stopped,
I peered and pried,
I couldn't get in ,
I tried
But every time,
I was denied,
I couldn't see what was inside,
I was put out and I pouted,
"I'd get in there if I could."
The voice in my head said,
"It's for your own good..."

Sunday, seem to me to be the longest day of the week, It is the old Sundays I miss. Where after church everyone hugs and gives a little kiss. A time for rest and relaxation yet so many hours free is driving me a little c.r.a.z.y. This is not how I wish things to be. I wish that Sunday will one day be my day in which I celebrate and go to church to pray.

I can remember when I was well enough to head for the church I did attend. The Sunday dinners and fun times with friends. I long for those days again. Until then, I can dream and pretend.

Spending Sunday by myself is no fun for me. I enjoy it better when I have company. I miss all the good that the day once brought. Now, I can only pray that one day I will be well again and Sundays bring what they ought.

Sunday is still a beautiful day. I will embrace it, come what may. For now, I will think positive. I know there is still a reason for me to live. Sunday is a gift for me and I will learn to take things more lightheartedly.

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

yet now the sun shadows it's dial
the shaded lines moving quicker
could wait for darkened night awhile
as precious lights fade and flicker

a forlorn day is the saddest thing
that i can now imagine possessing
i want all of life that i can wring
no time to squander on ours depressing

so time is now as time allows
can never be known when time is up
carp diem be the mantra to espouse
and drink today a full life's cup

© agoodguy2have 2011-02-25

in the belly of the line
peristalsis undulations
gut wrenching lamentations
emotions so hard to digest

the fullness of phrase
protrudes button
pregnant with meaning
there is life in words

and excrement too
the colon separates
balancing worth of word
from meaningless waste

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-29

The mind never needs sleep,
Not so the body, for eventually it will weep.
Close your eyes; lay yourself still.
Concentrate on the blackness, let come what will.
Slow your breathing, and do not exist.
Inside the darkness is a relaxing mist.
While you do not exist in the darkness, look around.
To the left and right then up and down.
Clear your mind, and do not think,
Lay in the blackness and feel yourself sink.
The longer you watch, the more you will know,
There is no you and there is nowhere to go.
But continue, to in the blackness see,
The nothingness that is all around thee.
Let not thine eyes open, nor thought be aware,
That there is anything around you, for you are not there.
Just look around and see what you see,
Your mind shall stay awake, but rested you shall be.