Health Poems (230)

Cutting back on the drink and the smoke,
The reasons are many, you see.
There's the money and mess and the choke,
It'll make a much better me.

And there's one who I hope to make mine,
Objects to the smell and effects,
Of the vile cigarettes and the wine.
Her wishes I do so respect.

Though withdrawal's gonna be painful,
It's pain I believe I can stand.
Overall results will be gainful,
Of taking my habits in hand.

Addiction's insidious voices,
Try to make you think it's a need,
To make you think there's no choices,
While itself it is trying to feed.

It's my own hands, my lips and my mind,
They're mine to control with my will.
I am sure as I try I will find,
My wish to abstain I'll fulfill.

I'm on discovery channel for a while too see whats new. Had a good day at work, b and e's lately alot of doors to fix. A cold beer sits in wait on the table at the couch. Cat's in the window smellin the air. Car's driving by as their tires chat the road. Fill up the tub have a bath pretty soon. Not sure what to eat, but while I soak in the tub I'll figure what to cook. Perhaps some 'A an E' or 'TLC' a round a boxing or spike I'll see.

We all have a hard luck story,
A sad sob tale to tell.
No more songs of fame and glory,
Just tolling of the bell.

I've heard them all from near and far,
No joy seems to be had.
I lost my job, my wife, my car,
My luck has all been bad.

The skies are grey, the wind is cold,
My health is failing fast.
You hear these stories often told,
The end has come at last.

No sad songs any more I sing,
The bluebird's on my sill.
With sunshine to my life you bring,
My heart with joy you fill.

So tell me not the tales of woe,
Won't hear them any more.
Just sing me songs soft, sweet and low,
Of happiness in store.

The pain is now subsiding,
As wine has done its thing.
A gentle fog has settled in,
This sweet relief to bring.

A delicate balance is sought,
Too much brings morning woes.
Not enough means no sleep at all,
Restraint I must impose.

The grape has brought relief again,
My steady, trusted friend.
A temporary, brief solution,
Until my joints can mend.

I'm working on more permanence,
A cure rather than just,
Relief of symptoms, dirty quick.
I feel this is a must.

But until full revovery,
Surcease is what is best.
To get me through another night,
So I can get some rest.

In the arms of despair
Don’t worry shell take good care of me there
Water is running hot and coming in fast
This numbness inside of me will soon pass

Im cradled in her arms on floor
my body spewing her palette of colorless hues
The pied piper is approaching its time to pay my dues
Can you here him calling as he sings a song of forgotten sorrows
She promises me this is my deliverance for there will be no tomorrow

I pray Ill see the light from heavens gates Im sure it will not come
Ive left so much destruction in my path too much to overcome
You had a life envisioned a plan to execute to perfection
Weight that I burden myself with has lead me in a different direction




Im still alive I feel so dazed and lost does she no longer care
I search my mind I search my body for the arms of despair
Has she given up on me as everyone else has already done
Does she not know how much I adore her ,
shes defeated me she has already won

It is not I who needs safe jacket from drowning
Stop kicking that door in
I will find my way back here again and again
I know you are confused, scared and unprepared
Don’t worry Im in the arms of despairs
she always takes good care of me there.

let's take off all our clothes
i can't deny that it might be taxing
to find ourselves in a new repose
an internal audit could be relaxing

to create an eternal charitable trust
i have on my person a beneficent donation
we'll fill each others forms with lust
on which to build a charitable foundation

give generations to come something inheritable
i've always wanted to be your altruist
we can show care and passion so charitable
to give of ourselves and in turn be kissed

my desire for you is to be philanthropic
it may not be heavenly but it sure is living
some pillow talk is always a hot topic
loving desire whispers our charitable giving

© agoodguy2have 2010-10-07

The pops and creaks and grunts and groans,
Are caused by my condition.
Arthritis, not old age, you see,
Puts me in this position.

Still young of heart and mind I am.
With wild imagination.
Just aching joints spread here and there,
That cause me irritation.

I try hard not to let it show,
This awful aching pain.
But if perhaps you catch a wince,
Arthritis once again.

I do some carpentry at times,
Some painting and some plumbing.
Each take their toll, my body pays,
Just wishing for some numbing.

But work I must, so off I go,
Into the breech once more.
Just take it slow and carefully,
As I go out the door.

There's some folks seem to understand,
And some who never can.
They think my pain a weakness so,
Think me a lesser man.

I hope one day they find a cure,
To end this woeful mess.
But until then, I'm what you see,
In pain and under stress.

Don't get me wrong, I can't complain,
There's others facing more.
I wish them well, a healing wish,
Their wholeness to restore.

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

I was in pain, so off I went,
To the clinic, myself I sent.
Trying to find my comfort zone,
I got a little prednisone.

I figured maybe in a week,
I'd find relief that I did seek.
Ah but, oh! to my delight,
A sweet surcease came overnight.

The miracles of medicine,
Made me myself now, once again.
And so to work now, I can go,
To try to earn myself some dough.

And if my labors cause me pain,
It's off to doctor's once again,
Because to suffer's not my style,
Not even by a country mile...

Kinda thin and kinda scrawny,
As I'm approaching sixty-one.
But I used to be so brawny,
When I was taut and firm and young.

I'm not hoping for perfection,
And I know that I'm not a kid.
A step in the right direction,
Just to slow up the downhill skid.

So each day I'm exercising,
And I'm eating more healthily.
And it's really not surprising,
The changes I'm seeing in me.

I'm now feeling so much stronger,
And I'm sleeping all through the night.
My workouts are getting longer,
And my spirits have taken flight.

I know I can't be young again,
But I still can have my health,
More quality of life and then,
Know that is the only real wealth.