My gorge rises, my blood boils.
Exasperated I bite my envenomed tongue.
Incensed I spout mad words
that have no meaning
defending my attitude,
maintain my poise.
I bait, fret and nag,
like a tantalizing volcano
that has yet to decide
whether to erupt or not.
Don't answer me back,
Twill only fan the flames
of my irritable ire.
For if I erupt, then
there is no going back.
Don't goad me into a quarrel,
my lava burns.
So beware.
She leaves never to return.
Good.
After all what is she?
A lazy domestic cleaner
that performs half the work assigned
And get paid in full for it.
My wife smiles.
She’s glad the cleaner is gone for good.
She is too sexy for comfort.
SELF MEDICATION
July 27, 2019
I have self-medicated for 45 years
Let’s review
That’s a long time.
For not having a clue
So what comes to your mind?
He must mean drink.
Not my medication
You still have to think.
That’s not it
Then it must smoke.
Not my medication
But that’s a funny joke.
There are those who
Turn to fitness for their drug.
Not my medication
I’d be better off with a hug.
Anger is an ugly one
People with it just seem to yell.
Not my medication
People hurt all over and may not be well.
Then there is physical touch
Screw everything in sight.
Not my medication
That’s a way you will never find the light.
So I showed it could have been worse
Everyone may have a curse.
Finding yours is up to you
Look at your biggest clue.
My medication is simple
It’s comfort food when I am sad.
But I make up for it with
Comfort food when I’m glad.
This is changing as I speak
Writing about is such relief.
I feel like my boat
Is no longer on the reef.
I believe so pray for me.
It can’t be changed alone.
I’m not going to let this be
Seed for change has now been sown.
Colors
By Charles G.P.C hard 2nd.
Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
See the pretty hues displayed,
Each unique and distinct,
Each represents emotions inside us,
Red is rage, Yellow is mellow,
White is righteous, Orange is sincerity,
Blue is calm, Black is uncontrolled rage,
Purple is perplexed, Green is self control,
The changing emotional state of our lives,
Shows us as human in all aspects,
Ever changing, ever knowing, ever growing,
Our ora may be seen by others acute,
Who look at us with eyes perceived?
Their minds know our emotional state,
While we ourselves remain ignorant,
If we examine what we go through,
And make changes wherever we can,
Our purple and red and black diminish,
Leaving us in blue, white orange and green,
The ora’s of love, peace and understanding,
Examine your life; examine what you go through,
To make those changes that bring out the best in you.