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To Backache

My curse upon your seething blight
keeping me from a restful night,
persistent as any nagging wife
the scourge of any good man’s life!

Yet my cursing I feel goes astray
as the pain persists through the day,
like Burns’s toothache had him raving
in the air my words are scathing!

If at night this ache could keep
I would get a good night’s sleep,
then awaken to a new day’s pain
to start my cursing ways again!

sonofadam

i close my eyes as the pain waves over my wrist and
shuts down the cognitive
it takes me back to the primitive
totally uninhibited
a fragile symphony
as my body tries to heal
a hand that would fit
in a dali landscape
the wrist bent back over a mesa almost without bones
as my eyes are closed
purple neon dark notes striking a different chord throughout my nerve endings
a broken woman for a time
but like all things this will pass

You rarely get a second chance,
to have a new beginning,
so take this chance in both hands,
and really start a living.

A living free of all the drugs,
and others expectation,
where you can be who you are,
and build your own foundation.

Foundations built upon your terms,
for a life you deserve to live,
a life you’ve always dreamed of,
access to a few you may choose to give.

But when you give out access,
of others to your life,
be careful of whom you let in,
so they don’t cause you strife.

As you’ve worked hard to make it here,
and safety is what you need,
so if you’re having second thoughts,
attentions to these thoughts heed.

Second thoughts are usually concern,
letting themselves be known,
that this on and have a look,
to ensure the coup’s not flown.

So remember a beginning’s a start,
a fresh slate on which to build,
so take this on as a gift and it you’re angry,
hold the move until you’ve chilled.

3 palm trees standin' by a wall
3 blind men thought they'd seen it all
3 dogs bark at a thief in the night
3 diamond rings left in the perps' sight
son of a b*tch give 'em back

you never know when the tide will turn
you never know when it's what you've got to learn
catastrophic situations are rarely all that bad
instantaneous allegations only lead to sad
son of a b*tch take it back

always someone's got it worse
always someone's felt the curse
leprechauns and dwarfs still think they're tall
illusions of grandeur always lead to a fall
son of a b*tch watch your back

an illustration of an hallucination with imagination at a crawl

Who made us begin this game we call life?
why should i feel im held by the throat with a knife?
Could i kill the man who enslaved us all?
live freely or will this confine us all
will these walls ever be knocked down ?
will the violence really ever be controlled ?
I think not, lennon imagines all the people
Imagine the ones that are dead
killed innocently by our so called justice system
which is based on violence, no peace no peace!
is our grave the only resting of peace allowed in this sad state of america
whose to blame for this crisis only ourselves
For not standing for what we believe
There is no fight for the ones who fear

Healthcare in America - Sept 5, 2009
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
This Dedication Needs No Explanation!!!

Healthcare in America - is really not about you
It's about them doing as little - as they can possibly do
I broke my leg - a cast and crutches? What a joke!!
It's almost easier getting all the "Pot" you want to smoke

It's all about the numbers - don't think for a moment that it's not
"And if you can't provide us with some" - then you will be forgot
I write these poems just to help - to help the people out
It's my plan top turn a murmur - into a raging shout

It's people like me who do what we can - to try to help people like you
I try to do what my spiritual CREATOR - really wants me to do
It's all about the numbers and money -
It's got nothing to do with your health
It's all about the amount and the size - of your personal wealth

"If you can't - provide us with some - IMPORTANT INSURANCE DATA"
"Good luck to you - but sorry to say-so sad, but we'll see you later"
"We're sorry you're down - and hope you get back"
"And hope for you that it's soon"
"But as for us, we've got luggage to pack"
"And a plane to catch before noon"

GOOD LUCK TO YA!

Narcissistic ,unsympathetic,parasite
You can label me anything you like
I fill day with nothing but empty spaces
My reality is fabricated so foolish of you
To assume its something I would choose to face

Youre desperately searching for a rhyme or reason
As if my person attacks on myself are a crime of treason
My misery Ive created for your experience seems so subtle
I play in it like child in middle of rain puddle



Please hush there is no need to speak
Your words of logic will gain no ground
Cry yourself into complete obivilion
Truth to told your feet have never walked the path
In which I have been


My addiction my drugs course through my veins
As you keep reminding me of my impending conclusion
I know the path where I am heading
Maybe it is you who is disllusioned.






Soberity

Forgive me heavenly father for I have sinned
The self made prison that cages me is neither my foe nor my friend
The razor I use to bruise my skin
contains no metal edge or sharp design
Its the posion seeping through my veins
searching for peace I need to find
Upon my urine soaked knees I pray this to rid myself of this sorrow
Actions have no reflection of what I might face tomorrow
With each sip I feel librated almost free to just breathe
Escape from all my disappoints that have been displayed before me
Made to be a young father before my heart could mature
To understand the dependence these young souls endure
To be placed upon a pedstal I never deserved to earn
To wait patiently for guidance to fall in love to be burned
Who is the real criminal here why do I fight this war
It rages inside like duel between
my guilt and my conscience makes me insecure
How can anyone love someone so damaged so untamed
Yet tears fall from there eyes as the pray in my name
Asking I see the light that will guide me to greener pastures
I alreay know the path in which to take I just cant go any faster
My feet are made of stone stuck in this quicksand I am left drowning
No longer am I king of my kindgom I have no time for the crowning
I am more then just this body filled with liquor and pain
I am caring friend loving brother the one who always remain
I am not a judge nor jury for anyone except myself
Long ago I placed my value hidden behind the shelf
Where all the fairytales are spoken
as you kiss your children good night
In the crease of book bound leather is where my reality takes flight
How I long to be the strong knight the King of Honor poetic gentlemen
I am just insecure fool that denys it to the end
Tonight in my confession I hope you hear my message clear
Show me guidance I yearn for teach me which way to steer
I want to be the sparkling eye in my childrens life
To kiss the women I love as only my wife
To have legend left behind where drunk dont exist
Heavenly father hear my prayer this is my only wish

We show our power
We show our strenght
We use our muscle to fight in
Show our bravery from within

Tough ain't enough
Though how much we show up
When hardest problems sucks
Our minds may be in state of shock

Enjoy life be happy
Don't take it seriously
Our days may end up abruptly
When it will be no one can say.

CERTIFIED CURSE’S ASSISTANT


Did you know there are places our old folk are kept?
And if sadly they have no one else a guardian must decline or accept
If they choose to eat they’re served the cheapest part of the pig of course
However these elders aren’t aware that they may be eating horse

You’ve got your cocky little C.N.A.’s who think they have absolute power
And they’ll ignore the old people’s pleas at any particular hour
“You know, “ I said to one “Mrs. Wagner hasn’t eaten in more than ten days”
The C.N.A. responded “don’t make me no never mind ” and then she asked for a raise

Many of the Nurses are the same damned way
They don’t give a damn what the elderly have to you say
Cold sores, bed sores mount up by the score
But they say, “it’s five o’clock and I’m out the door”

So to wrap things up tidily some of those places will kill the old
And believe me because I saw it first hand and wasn’t just told
The C.N.A.’s run around not listening to what Mr. Hirsh said
Well perhaps they’ll take their job a little more serious when they find Mr. Hirsh dead

These professionals act without care or concern
So in school a lack of sympathy is the first thing they learn
The frail and elderly should receive mercy from the staff
Instead they are at thee mercy of the staff, and that ain’t no laugh © 2011.…Phreepoetree
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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..
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national shower day every years'topic..
sellout governance,
man keen spirit..
poets go to no belgium..