I’ve sold winter coldness to those who’re huge in their chests oncorners of these abandoned streets, where bars aren’t happy with myfootprints in front of every door. Where I hit myself at close range. Where I pay a price to win no game. However, she’s worked all her lifeto bring up all her children within this magical world of theatre & music.She’s convinced that these children won’t fail to understand & accept opera& early rehearsals. I'm bedridden waiting. Welcome to a pigheaded house. Welcometo your fate that befalls many emigrants you plant like beets beside the beetleto see new growth. Welcome to where you don’t fancy a beer before bier afterthe funeral. Something is bedraggled from the hedgerow & that’s your ex’sspecial brand. However, the twigs are dry & brittle, & cracked beneaththeir feet from the beginning. Her children are looking for more spaciouspremises after that premeditated murder in a blighted area where I prescribe hera daily diet chart.
Cyberspace, my blue astral projector
I'm not seeking new friends to entertain
I dwell in a big celestial sector
Cradled in great cool mists and northern rain.
Yet, from funny dark galaxies above
Comes bright celestial advice, kind and wise.
The Oak Grove beckons those whom nature loves
To stretch their wings where faery nature flies.
A faery soars through Cosmos, fierce and free.
No longer bound by bedridden routine.
I journeyed back through past pink memories
And glimpsed my magic future, wide and keen.
A verdant woman, celestial and high,
Candle visions that light the morning sky.
The pains of those ailments that grab us at will
Once better, like stalkers, can linger on still
But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill
Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill
When struck down, bedridden, we try to be brave
Though we feel our survival might be a close shave
But we’d gladly accept our God’s beckoning wave
If that keeps our loved one away from their grave
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And so when I hear that slight tremor of fear
No hug and no words for the one I hold dear
Can bring forth a smile full of genuine cheer
And that forehead kiss… conceals my own tear
At night, to the God in whom I don’t believe
I sheepishly say, “I don’t want her to leave.”
I snuggle up close, I’m not ready to grieve
And I smile in the morning as I hear her breathe
The doctors I’ve trusted I must trust in still
For they’ll mend her again; I’m sure that they will
But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill
Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill
Song of Eve
Oh! This shutters of tears flowing
Listen to my unconsolable song
When everything begin to wither
And every guile in me begin to batter
With life starting at a dead end
Come, sing with me my dearest...
Oh! My bedridden utterance
I drown in this earthquake of choice
Torment to my feeble spirit
A day to dice, die while I breath
Embrace a new home, earth
For this shame, blinds my light...
Oh! This mortal being, Adam
On this day, I rain a curse
To die with grief a thousand times
But, this heart so delicate
Will brew my peace till it dies
And leave me weaken to my bones...
Oh! My king, immortal one
I cried, longed to bath in your mercy
For this flesh took away my sanity
Behold this detail in your hands
Save me! From this hell of flame
And put a stop to this Eve's song...
A Skilled Care Unit
Faces racked with pain,
no medicine can cure.
Sad and alone, no one
comes to visit.
Bedridden, confined to
wheelchairs, nowhere to go.
Pacing the halls, doors locked,
prisoners at the end of life.
Memories of laughter, family
outings, salt, sea air, cookouts.
All slowly fading now, freedom
lost to old age and infirmities.
Life condensed to a single room
with death the only escape.
Above is the place
I wish to race
Above is the face
I wish to grace
Where people dreams age
And where thunderstorms rage
The wildest dreams take courage
And where you feel the stars stage
Above is the Term
That we use when success has arms
The word that manifest richness alarm
Reminder of bellow and its germ
Reminder of the bare minimum firm
That has been bestowed on human farm
To the Darest point of life
To the darest point of achievements
Above is the habitat
That reminds us of climate change and stats
The human effects on what protects us from start
The deepest conversation and debate that doesn't need a flirt
Its effect grave on living organism on earth
And the word is deep in the heart
That indeed human should be reminded in an art
Of the beautiful nature we destroy without the guts
Of the ugliness it leaves and lives it hurts
Above is the pace
Where Motivation is driven and ridden
Word that keeps a vision not bedridden
The pace that reminds one to wake talents hidden
To betterment and change venture den
A world of production and not purely consumers.
#Khocxschool
(When got bedridden for months with a debilitating disease in 2007,
to escape from depression, I turned to poetry)
in pits of despair
I lay, finding all doors shut.
a sad impaired bird~
with broken wings wished to fly
into sky, breaking all chains.
a feat so daring
my mind urged me to just try
I started scribbling~
took off on fancy’s light wings.
found words dancing on paper.
gloom gave way to hope
rhyme and sweet rhythm came in pair
thoughts turned poetic~
they took the form of clean verse
thus, my first poem was born
Eyes upon another for I did not know your name
Though what purest love rest still within me
Dorminant, triggered in the looks of thy eye
Sparks like matter, irrodescent in thy sight
The magic mustered to my very plight
For I did not know your name
Yet ye inthrawled me
Took me up to heavens starling sights
Left me alone bedridden In the night
No I did not know your name
Though the red threads aligned us
Entangled with you before I could explain our truth
First Part: All I see are my toes!
A constant burning and stinging sensation under this weighted plaster cast has got me bedridden. The cast is made out of plaster and is white in color that is stuffed with gauze layered tightly with a bandage. This cast covers the severe damage from a fall a week ago that snapped my ankle bone into two like a bitter cold cucumber. I’m staring at this soft but firm cast that is unmoved and unshaken because I’m lying perfectly still waiting for it to heal. The gauze slowly is unraveling from the inside of the cast. And my toes!
Second Part: Leg Live Life to the Fullest!
Only three living toes peek out
From beneath the plaster my leg screams to be let out!
“Let me go!” wails my injured leg.
Sweat slithers out; whilst my leg struggles to stay afoot.
Waken thee leg and don’t succumb
Don’t be downtrodden, deaf, and dumb
And leg keep dancing to a new tune
And keep blessing yourself underneath the midnight moon!
I can’t fake what I don’t believe
Can’t rejoice when I need to grieve
Won’t stick by what I’d rather leave
Like a past not keepin’ hidden
A cover is not the same as the song
A killer shouldn’t stalk where he doesn’t belong
No relativism of right ‘n’ wrong
Some fruit must hang forbidden
‘cause I know
In my heart of hearts
What’s true
I can’t speak the words I can’t say
Can’t look at the moon an’ call it a day
There are those of us hold no sway –
The feeble and bedridden
There’s a shadowy figure, come to call
Real as the claw marks on your wall
An’ you won’t have to utter its name at all –
That Satan comes unbidden
When I turned over
The ace of hearts
It was blue
But I know
In my heart of hearts
What is true
I can’t sleep where the bed is too hot
Won’t break stride in the Final Trot
When God asks me, “Is that all you got?”
I’ll say I coulda tried but didn’t
‘cause I know
In my heart of hearts
What’s true
And I know
Inevitably
What I must do
In the depths of pain, my heart lies torn,
As if I’ve faltered, failed, and mourned.
This heavy burden holds me tight,
I cry for relief, for a ray of light.
My thoughts, they wander, back in time,
To see my dad, once strong, now past his prime.
Gray-haired, frail, and with oxygen in hand,
He stays confined, bedridden, life's demand.
His suffering, a slow and bitter blow,
I watch him fade, and tears freely flow.
My heart, in anguish, beats with sorrow,
Helplessly witnessing his tomorrows.
The image of him, once so bold,
Now suffering, as life unfolds.
A sadness grips, my heart in pain,
Through tearful eyes, I‘ll forever see his name.
I long to halt this painful tide,
To find the strength, stand tall with pride,
But the path ahead is unclear,
I'm lost, afraid, holding fear.
R.I.P. Daddy 4/8/68-8/29/23
K.M. 7/28/23
birth out in the mist
bright things then have birth
between the beauty and decay
molten lead adjourned
the faithfulness of a century
lies bedridden
the missives continueth
Doom stirs the mosaics of dearth
please do not disturb
the cadence of tomorrow's plan
The butterflies hoover
Silly old duffer, this Canadian dude
His name is Jester Jack Ellison
Those guys in white coats try real hard
To keep him sedated and bedridden
Don't dare let him let loose in public
For fear he might cause some harm
To ordinary people walking the streets
Making farting sounds under his arm
That's not as bad as pulling their hair
Or sticking his finger up their nose
Maybe annoying but harmless I guess
It's really not too bad I suppose
But when he sneaks up behind you
And yanks off your new hair piece
That's when we finally draw the line
Call the fuzz to get him to cease
Silly old duffer, he means no harm
Just wants some love and attention
At 88, people think he's over-the-hill
But he's been given a long extension
Silly old duffer, this Canadian dude
His name is Jester Jack Ellison
Those guys in white coats try real hard
To keep him sedated and bedridden
Don't dare let him loose in public
For fear he might cause some harm
To ordinary people walking the streets
Making farting sounds under his arm
That's not as bad as pulling their hair
Or sticking his finger up their nose
Maybe annoying but harmless I guess
It's really not too bad I suppose
But when he sneaks up behind you
And yanks off your brand new hair piece
That's when we finally draw the line
Call the fuzz to get him to cease
Silly old duffer, he means no harm
Just wants some love and attention
At 87, people think he's over-the-hill
But he's been given a long extension
Wherefrom did this unknown guest get entry,
As though an all-masterminding gentry?
In the name of death, loss, and love disband,
Grief drowns me into pernicious quicksand...!
Upset, alarmed, rejected, gloomy, remorse,
Angst, grudge... grief brings me repercussions hoarse;
Churn in my belly; tautness in my throat,
In exhaustion and sleeplessness, I float...!
Where's my concentration on duties gone?
Have whereunto mind and cognition drawn?
Where are my optimism and hope hidden?
Why is psychic composure bedridden...?
Go away, from me, grief of each essence!
Grand liberty to joy's constant presence;
May each conflict within me get clearance!
May mind and body work in adherence...!!!
21 February 2023
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