Tag Archives: Conditions and Diseases

A Mouth Full of Iron

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Just because I am broke

Does not mean that I am broken

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The heart broken

Knows the languish for success

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This languish can only be known

Through heartbreak and distress

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The world around me spins

Yet I have to catch my druthers

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In a life that is given

One must learn to rely on others

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But that bitter irony

Creates a burn in ones mouth

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Leaning on hopes of easier roads

Leaves the heart less than whole

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Rust collects on the resting

One must move so no dust can begin collecting

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Subdued Indiana terrain

Toughened the skin with winter pain

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A mouth full of iron

Cracked on all sides

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Makes me wonder

Whats is the next curve in life

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What awaits

What gives what takes

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Yet

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Just Just because I am broke

Does not mean that I am broken

Vomit your Ignorance

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Everything has changed around us

Except the people that surround us

Sounding off their discontent alarms

While holding out a cold arm

To wish us well

So they can go behind and tell

That they silently disapprove

Of every single move

And create a story they can sell

To any poor ear they can tell

This ignorance is vomited

From every last drip they spew

To them I say

Farewell “Good Friends”

I must bid you adieu

Corporate Greed

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Corporate Greed

Wants

to feed me

A GMO

I said NO

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Belly swollen with chemicals

Repulsed by

Shriveled testicles

They can keep their damn GMO’s

Swollen Hands

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Her heart has more love to give

Then I’ll ever know

Her heart has more love to give

And she’s growing old

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Time can harden your heart

Break you apart

And turn it into sand

With weary eyes

And weathered lines

No one would understand

These eyes see the world

Felt the knife slide through

Her swollen hand

Call the birds

Forget yourself

Put your ambitions on the shelf

No way to live

Don’t ask but give

Breeding nothing but bitterness within

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This heart has more love to give

Then I’ll ever know

This heart has more love to give

And we are growing old

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When things get bad around you

Walls falling down too

I know what she’ll do

She will start again

With some new friends

A new life so far from the bends

Make her way

Cutting off the slack

Far away and never looking back

Then one day

She will turn and say

Things were never quite the same

She will know

That in her soul

Pain fades but never grows old

Ambles

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Late night rambles

turning my mind into scrambles

leaving me in shambles

It is terrible

I am tired

It is late

Why do I put off sleep

procrastinate

prolongate

something that should be shortened

to a simple task

the computer breathes for me

keeps me going

all this and no real knowing

if it really does anything at all

my mind is scrambled

and my eyelids are about to fall

My Soul Thaw

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I am literally thawing out from such a frigid winter this year. 80 degrees and 100 humidity never felt so good. I am glad that summer has decided to show up for a couple of months. We will see how long it lasts. I hope that you are enjoying the beginning days of your summer also. I hope it is a great time of year! Cheers!

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Summer bursts greens and blues

Humidity warming things up in a misty hue

The sun heats up the ground below

Finally I can feel my soul thaw

Come out from a chilling sleep within

Crackling of birds let you know summer is near

I can see it and feel it in the air

Of a summer morning and evening light

All the hot wind got me feeling alright

Mulch and grass clippings remind me

Of growing up on the farm

Taking care of the horses and dogs

Long days

Hours spent

Working to keep the farm up and running

In those days sweat ran fast

When the sun was shining

Brining me back to today

As the sun shines away

Giving life to a lifeless canvas

Bringing back the feeling of senses

This is summer

Thank god for it’s coming

Just seeing people outside sunning

Lady’s looking fine in skirts and linens

Reminds me of what I love about summer

Its carefree reminder of what is great

Simple yet joyful

Thank God summer is here

The Rapid Eye Movement

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Europe is so amazing. I have found it challenging to slow my mind down. It is probably a mixture of the jet lag, new languages, and sheer beauty of this place. It is completely new and intriguing. The landscapes are amazing and the stories and history that go with them are simply too much for my mind to wrap around. It is going to take some time to soak it all in. From Paris – Cheers!

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All this beauty

All the color

All the tradition

My mind is wandering

Through words unknown and foreign

I try to slow

The rapid eye movement

Creeping faster and faster

Moving quicker and quicker

Around towers and bells

Through fields and mountains

Pools and lanterns

Brick streets and orange glow

These are where my thoughts go

When people are speaking

My lack of understanding

There is no way of having my mind

Make a soft landing

Until I rest at night

Thoughts slow

And slow

Slow

Off I am

To sleep

Just let my mind go

 

The Get Well Party that Never Happened

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Recently my fiance had someone that she knew pass away from cancer – relatively unexpectedly. She had been making progress up until her passing. My fiance talked about how they were scheming to come up with a date that we could have a get well party for her and play music for her and her family. The unforturnate reality set in that this party was never going to happen. A pretty stark realization. Here is a poem in memory of anyone who has lost or is losing someone to cancer. Don’t ever give up the fight and have a memorable day.

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The get well party that never happened

There is no reason for this

No rhyme or solution

Just the thought left with no resolution

My mind wanders what could have been

Scenes of a different story play through my head

What could have been changed

What could have been said

No answers come lightly

Or easy

Or quick

Sometimes your body cannot fight anymore

When it get too sick

Cancer

That is what took her before her time

It has no care or concern for anyone

Injecting itself into anything at anytime

Without a notification

Not even a sign

That is why moments must be taken with happiness

You never quite know

When it may be your last

When you plan the get well party

But it never happens

We must live in honor of those who have passed on

Remember them in the morning

And with the falling sun

Keep them in our hearts and minds at night

Because in the end

It is the love

That makes you feel alright

It Takes Time to See It

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This is a poem about spending time with my dad. I have always looked up to my dad for inspiration and hope. He is the longest surviving kidney transplant patient in the world. He has taken every moment for what it is worth and made the best of it – and he has done a fine job. So this is about a day spent with him. Enjoy!

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Late at night when words run thin

Have to think back to the day again

A warm spring day spent with my father

I would not spend it any other way

Never seem to be enough of these days

Wind whipping around from every corner

Making you wish it was just a tad bit warmer

Laughing and talking making it easy

Somehow we would forget it was breezy

Talk about life simple and complex

Where life was going

Where we were headed next

Taking every moment in stride enjoying it thoroughly

Turn the phone off forget about texts

Enjoy the sunlight when it peaked through

Always feeling more to talk about

Somehow I can’t ever seem to get the right question out

In his company I have found peace

I cannot thank him enough for all he has done

He has looked out for me and protected his son

Pushing me to go far in life

Never settle for second best

He never spoke much of working hard or commitment

He just lived it

Everyday walking the continuous line of example

Making it so his actions spoke ample

Amounts about his character and his being

I never learned from hearing

Only from seeing

So inspiration tonight when the words run thin

Comes from a man and I his kin

For inspiration I reflect and I sit

Yet it happens right in front of me

It just takes time for me to see it

Political Constipation

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This is a poem inspired by the absolute ridiculousness of political grid lock. I care not for a side and for no person – but for the overall lack of enthusiasm to work as a whole unit. In a way that the body can only truly function if it all works together. I am not sure where all of this shit is going to take us, but my optimism is waning. I wrote this as much for the humor as for the literal sense. I tried to capture the disgust for which I feel
for the current situation. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, but I enjoyed trying! Enjoy!

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Upon us is The Great Sequestration!

Ode to the amazing political constipation!

This is no nation of procrastination and indignation!

But rather a great land

Of sensation and flirtation

With capitalism

And now possible stagnation!

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The political bowel filled with dense matter

And the while the belly of the great nation

Grows fatter and fatter

But who really wants to ask

What is the matter?

Surely it can’t be

An infection of the bladder

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It is the anus

Filled and discontent

No one wants to work

To lift the great clog

The almighty circumvent!

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To move past political lines

Dine of much higher fair, politicians

The real moving kind

The sledge of procrastination

Must be cast into the toilet bowl

Worry not if it will over flow

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It is time for change

Of the diet we consume

Must surely change

Grow and support

Greater endeavors

But it can not be just some broke ass poet

Who can be oh so clever

Ask yourself today

What are you willing to do for tomorrow

To cast away this fowl sorrow

To stitch the times that have grown to divide

And I will surely be

On your side