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I know this pain won't
last forever,
but then again maybe
it will.
Mind over body
maybe
But as I look out
the sill;
from my bed tears begin
to form.
I must be
stronger,
yet I am more
worn.
The words of fellow
poets
Caress my heart.
Another mountain
to climb
And I know it.
My spine screeches at me
Shut up brain.
but I will not listen
It is insane.
Always push forward
Chin up
Eyes ahead.
You have many more
roads to travel,
HE said.

Drawing slowly and deeply exalting it's life .
A giving force of exaltation. Breathe a deep sigh giving
Fullness of power and Might. As. Gentle
As a morning doves flight .
A misty stillness lingers throughout the night.
Caressed by its gentle coolness to fufill
Its course in life. A lover's Destiny to embrace life.

Face it
Death’s a bit of a disappointment

I hope nothing will be spoiled here
but it is definitely not what
it’s been cut out to be

Its colossal build-up over the centuries
is absolutely unjustified
and its terrifying caricatures
often used for intimidation purposes
merely increase anxiety

If Thought is monotone
(as has been said) then
one's last living expression might
well be classified as deadpan!

Those very few who were suddenly reprieved
seconds before their final exit
can testify that they were not treated to a movie
of their entire life's doings…
They did not beg for God-Aid
or bawl out "save me doctor" or "why me?”
or "long live the republic"

No
Sadly the end scenario is about as stimulating as say
the lowering of a theatre’s fire-safety curtain

Death it seems is a purely matter-of-fact affair

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Two old ladies tired and weary trudging down the street

Two old ladies lowered themselves down upon a seat

Two old ladies said "It's alright for you to laugh"

Two old ladies were about to be shown God's path

I'm not laughing; I'm smiling with love for you.

You wouldn't be smiling if you were Old and in Pain!

I'm not smiling because you're feeling blue

I'm smiling ‘cuz in my 30's I was afflicted too!

Arthritis consumed my body; I was crying out in pain

the agony all consuming; my body becoming lame.

I cried unto the Lord whilst sitting on my bed

I'll do anything you ask of me just take away this dread!

A friend arrived the following day, clasping a book all about

Meat

Of why we really do not need it & how the vegetable kingdom

is complete!

I eagerly tried it & within six weeks totally free from pain

Derived everything from that kingdom for my heath to sustain!

Instead of being in pain and lame

I had no reason to complain

I ventured out

Without a doubt

Teaching, caring & helping

In Jesus Name!

Another box of Kleenex;
another silly poem;
sneezing coming easy;
home alone.

Like an empty liquor bottle
tossed on the side of the road,
no one wants you
when you have a cold.

Like an uneven sidewalk
challenging your every step;
my only friend right now
is a box of Kleenex.

The best feeling comes
when you realize that
you’re perfectly happy
without the people
you thought
you needed most.

IN THE RAIN, NO ONE SEES MY TEARS. DURING THE NO ONE SEES MY FEARS. AT NIGHT MY EYES ARE WIDE OPEN. FOR ALL MY FEARS COME TO LIFE. MY HEART IS TIGHT. IM ALONE IN THIS FIGHT. EVEN A CROWD, IT'S JUST ME. OUTSIDERS SEE IM FINE. DARKNESS KNOWS AND WAITS FOR ME. FOR IT THE TRUE ME....

my little no belgium..
I love you tender and sarcastic's..
you the present of my pastry..
let me escape you a message of foliage.
none,knows the direction of clouds,
skies are horizonless and flemish..
in a piece of hankerchief ,
you bable three misunderstandings,
and paris the mucker,only its grandeur..
my little no belgium ,
because so easy-cosy..
I climb up your montains of humility,
laughing your sleepersking..
in memoriam..
a winter sleepy day debarking at dawn,
my poor shanty handluggage along,
eternal migrant...all ways..
agressed by a suggestive smell of beer and factories..
a perfume of chichas and chaotic roadworks..
I found a reasonable mad house for daily inspiration..
my jolly no belgium,
national shower day every years'topic..
sellout governance,
man keen spirit..
poets go to no belgium..

Tear drops in the rain saying Good Bye to all of it,
yet intrigued, leaving at the drop of a heart beat,
not ever looking back but moving forward in haste,
running, stumbling, falling into your arms: I amazed!

How fast it all came to be and yet here I am...lost!?,
my mind wondering what do I miss the most,
trying to remember how life used to be back then,
but now cannot find anything in my memory's den.

Only time will tell if I be able to master the whole of it,
step by step, day by day, slowly but with a steady pace,
walking away finally from my inner past deamons pit,
embracing the light and once more to join the human race.

Volcano lava
Burning charcoal fired up
Dry ice cubes in hand

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...