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It seeps through your pores
And into your veins
Out through your blood
An into your brain

A feeling so strong
It overwhelms pain
Can make you smile
Again an again

It follows us around
For far an wide
Has no limitations
Has no pride

Seeking an soothing
As it goes
It never stops
It always flows

The beat may change
From time to time
Stories that are told
Make people entwine

The reasons being
Are so sublime
Thats why music
Is so divine

You look at me what do you see
A body bent, misshapen
Features slack with drooling mouth
And fingers constant twitching

The only sounds my mouth escapes
Are grunts that sound so pig like
Body trapped in chair on wheels
No way for me to move it

But spare a thought for me inside
This body that I'm trapped in
My mind is clear, yes I can think
Inside of me I’m normal

I too have hopes, dreams and wishes
Yet no-one I can tell
A prisoner I am of my appearance
Stuck inside this living hell

Life is so delicate
so absolutely unique
so many walks of life
so many pleasures that you seek
for some tho a different tale
not much fun at all
illness rears its ugly head
no joys to befall
it may come at an early age
and suffer all childhood thru
others get struck down later
when life has its own view
spare a thought for those who seek
a better quality of life
with prayers they reach for the stars
to overcome their strife
this is my prayer ...my word
with ink that flows with love
may your journey be a happy one
guided from above
may the earth abound in all its glory
to help you along the way
to assist you in your healing
one step at a time day after day
may the friends you have show you
what real love is all about
from the depths of their caring
from the humour in their shout
i wish you well like so many do
united we may change
the outcome of your destiny
brave people and their pain.........

I keep my feelings boarded up,
Behind doors nailed,
Blocked,
Screwed shut,
Down corridors,
Cold and black,
See people steal pieces,
And don't give them back,
My hearts missing parts,
Because of that,
Now I constanty guard
The rest from attack...

Stick to the reliable sorts
No need for fancy labels
Or superficial exteriors

Twelve years aged in oak
Is often worth the time
And reflected in the price

This Goddam whiskey
I'm sorry I ventured to try
I got what I paid for

Better still, at least
Than cheap sherry wine
Which tastes like gasoline

There are times when I ask myself
What is this life that I’m living
Each day from one to the next
They all seem to run together

No happiness, no joy, just pain
And none of it was my doing
First a disease, one that is so rare
Just one in ten or so million

Body is wracked with terrible pain
My limbs being slowly twisted
In the end I know I’ll die
But I could still live til ninety

If that’s not enough, things got worse
A car the footpath mounted
Crushed my legs, lost them both
And killed my wife, my lover

But still I live, I don’t know why
I refuse to give up, surrender
So next time you moan how tough it is
Spare a thought for me, the life I’m living

in the morning rush
of a daily routine
how neat it is to find
a short few moments
to sit and be still
and simply just unwind
with a music tape
playing softly
maybe in the garden
maybe in a chair
maybe rest your eyes
lighten up your cares
its not easy but
grasp a moment
and simply sigh
PHEW
uncoiling now
from stress and strain
tension and headaches
pouring rain
so take a pew
and when you do
just take a moment
to say
PHEW

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

I am ugly why some give me that sick look. I am invisible why some ignore me. I stink why some move miles away. Some call me deaf. Some call me useless. Some call me dumb. Some call me a retard. Some treat me as if I have a disease. Before they saw me I’ve had the best, the richest, and the famous smile in my face. They’ve seen them smile on screen. Before they saw me I've talked to the best, the richest, and the famous in person. They’ve talked to them on the internet. Before they saw me I've had the best, the richest, and the famous ask me to sit by them. They’ve sat with a picture of them by their side. I've owned a million dollar house. They rent a house. I've owned a million dollar boat. They own a surf board. I've owned a helicopter. They own a kite. I've owned a Lamborghini. They own a Lada. I've travelled the world. They've travelled their country. I've met the best in the world. They've met the best in their country. I’m in a wheelchair now. The closest they will get is a ride in a wheelbarrow. I walk in a walking frame now. The closest they will get is crutches. I walk with a leg brace & a limp now. They walk without a leg brace & a limp. I played lots of sports, but now I’m just one of them on the side line. I have barriers now. They have none. I struggle to do the most basic things in life, things I could once do with ease, things they can do with ease. I take pills for the rest of my life now. They take pills for a headache. My dreams are miles away now. Theirs are right next to them. If only they read what my life was like before, it will surprise them, and it will tell them there was more to me than what they saw. Before I ended up like this I use to discriminate the disabled, look down at the weak, ugly, and odd. I made fun of the disabled, weak, ugly, and odd....Anything for a good laugh. One night a friend & I stopped to help a few strangers, but thanks to that night it changed what I thought of the disabled, weak, ugly, and odd. When I was in that rehab centre I met disabled people who lived a life I wish I had. I met plumbers, shearers, cops, lawyers, etc. All who have a mental and/or physical disability now. I met rich people whose family main concern was their wealth and not them. I’ve met those who could speak many languages, but now they struggle to say one word. I had family members and strangers who knew nothing about disabilities talk to me as if they had a Masters Degree in disabilities. I had family members and strangers talk loudly to me as if I was deaf, but yet did they know they were making me deaf. I had family members and strangers who thought they knew what was best for me, but really they only knew what was best for them. So much I wanted to do & try by myself, but so much I couldn't do without their consent. I needed to know for myself what my strength and weaknesses were, and I wasn't gonna know if they didn't know. Since living life as a disabled, life is harder to live now than it was before I was disabled. Disrespect waits for me every day. Psychological abuse waits for me every day. Hardship waits for me every day. The only time I get none of that is when I’m around people with the same physical and/or mental disability as I. They hear it. They see it. They read it. They live with them. They work with them. They help them. It doesn't mean they know everything about it. The disabled world is a world they will never truly know until they wear the shoes. I try to hide it, I try to deny it, but the more I try the more it stands out. This world I live now has made me respect the disabled, weak, ugly, and odd. This is a world I’m sorry I discriminated. One day....Any time....Any place....For no apparent reason, they could end-up on the HMS Disabled. They dare not say it will never happen to them, because that’s what I said until I woke up from a 2 week induced coma. Karma can be a bastard when it wants to be aye!

A little worry, a little stress
A little relief was what I sought
And so I went with my best guess
And opened the single malt I bought.

A couple jiggers and feeling better
A couple more and now I'm fine.
Nerves all soothed by texted letter
A very good evening now is mine.

And I might wake up with my head a mess
But right now I just don't give a damn.
And if I don't make sense, then I digress
I'm not as think as you drunk I am.