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Old age creeps upon my face
Skin now wrinkles
Gone my youth
The smooth gone now wrinkled part of me
Pain in my heart pain in my sole
From my life's toil
My heart ache
From pain older wiser I am now
But still think if my youth gone lost but not forgotten my youth

Memories flash and chime,
the film of reality rewinds,
visions replaying another time,
now questioned, why?

Dwell in hell.
The enternal flame burns bright on the brain,
forever focused forcing emphasis on pain.
Shattered dreams fade,
chipted with baggage and freyed,
-cemented in conrete and layed,
across the brains front page.

When can one move on?
From haunting memories gone.
In time wounds heal -
but not to deal,
with the scars reminding us what is real.


~And What Has Been Done.

If I was a talented individual I would walk on a tight rope and walk till I could not walk anymore....

I would walk this tight rope ~~ that is high and slight adjourned with arms outstretched ~~ for poises sake between the cool, rippling water that can bring me assistances of creation and deep, sweet sleep. The wrong way up the tight rope with its well of darkness; A mirror reflecting geniuses who stare through my own eyes. I walk this tight rope and I walk it often as I am only of this tiny little small lady bug~~~~~ walking on the tight rope gives me the sence of owns beauty of walking on a tight rope~~~~~~

Sometimes my poetry is deep,

depends on my mood,

and the secrets I keep.

Sometimes my mood goes away,

drawn out by the pen,

with the words that I say.

Sometimes darkness comes down,

an image of doom,

turns my smile to a frown.

Sometimes my heart seems to cry,

tears drip in blood,

yet my spirit flies high.

Sometimes I’m unable to ask,

words in a scramble,

becomes such a task.

Sometimes my work is a drain,

the title may put you off,

or the content cause you pain.

Sometimes life cant always be joy,

although I smile when I can,

when its hard to get by.

Sometimes you cant see the light,

covered by a mist of despair,

while trying to make everything al-right.

Sometimes I blame my Bipolar,

its like living in the dark,

when I desperately need solar.

Sometimes still waters run deep,

beyond the depth of my soul,

and the memories I keep.

Sometimes my life seems so calm,

upbeat and happy,

far away from the harm.

Sometimes when I find the time,

my pain onto paper,

I release with a rhyme.

Sometimes all I request,

is a little bit of love,

to help me become my best.

Thankyou..............

standing there with the water
spraying down hot in winter
cooler in the heat of August
just standing there cascading

my mind flowing metaphorically
washing away the tensions that
stick to your body throughout
long days of demands and needs

little globules of tension ringing
the drain circling as nearing
the black hole of plumbing fixtures
vanishing forever, to another dimension

head down, looking past my body
to the rest I so long for, I stand
for a long time, flows of nothingness
washing over me, emptying my mind

I can imagine the water oozing
into the crevices of my brain
seeping through all my thoughts
cleansing my emotions too

little wonder that we arose from
oceans primordial to stand
the land and wander life on toe
yet always return to the washes

the whole world presses it's foot
gently on the pedal and begins to
slow down to thoughts of breathing,
and feeling, and caring, and loving

© agoodguy2have 2010-05-27

Close the doors, close the curtains.
Put on your music and an old T- Shirt.
Have cerial and coffee on the table.
Run a bath with scented oil, soak and just block out the world.
Shave what needs to be shaved.
Paint your nails.
Cream everything that needs to be creamed.

Become a Lady, an enchanting Women again just for you.

The story starts as a man is rushed to hospital for emergency operation on his left leg, the surgeon decides to take off the leg below the knee, after months of convalescence the man was ready for moulding and fitting of the new limb. The man found new problems with walking as his leg hurt so much, he would try to stuff foreign objects to relieve the pain, but to no avail, the pain was still there. As time went by it was found the leg would only work in it's original configuration, it works better now though the pain persists, the man has learned many things as his first goal is to leave for home. At present the man is still here, awaiting his release date to go home. I should know because I am that man.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 13th November 2018

Senseless in the sense that I feel hopeless yet I can’t imagine how it feels to be the one that is

Monuments of what I wish I was and images of what I wish I wasn’t

Simplicity is definitely the most complex apprehension that there is

And Flaws are just regiments

Futile in the logic that I feel bleak yet I can’t dream about how it feels to be the one that is

I tell the one that I care about that I may conceive an ailment that is life threatening and a smile lingers on his face

I stop and wonder maybe I am to be a comedy

But the breeze slapped me ridiculously and Heat of anger replaced my sudden thoughts apprehending what the gesture may indicate

Meaningless in the sense that I feel fruitless yet I can’t visualize how it feels to be the one that is

And by my window I am then a smile across my face appears I lift myself up and walk away

A chimera I made it and sound was everything once more.

Sing to me my precious one
Your song of Yes and No
A song that starts with questions asked
And never tells of woes

What thoughts make up your memories
What dreams of long ago
Are you at your senior prom
With your high school beau?

Can you see your wedding day
Your husband’s handsome face
Or hear your firstborn baby cry
When he joined the human race?

Life! Where is your justice
That you so can so cruelly go
And leave her precious melody
A simple yes or No

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I hear in the distance
You ask me what
can i do for you
and you mean it too.
All the nurses and
PCT try to make me
feel better every
step of the day.
Trying to make the
person i was before
this procedure.
It makes me feel
all the RN and PCT
really care for
their patient and
mean everything they
do to make you better.
They want you to
know the staff is
there for you.
All you need to do
is ask them for
what you need and
they will try to
fill your order.