Best Easier Said Than Done Poems
I know I'm really tired
I just don't want to sleep
I guess I'm just really wired
Dreams will make me weep
I'm scared to see those things and sounds
Locked deep inside my brain
Make me sweat and wriggle around
Makes me think that I'm insane
Rational thinking is the cure
Its easier said than done
When your thoughts are so obscure
Rationality is to far gone
Stay awake with my relief
Is the action I shall do
My inner thought bare belief
Share them all with you
Anger resentment on oneself
Is a starter just for ten
Nice and calm me sat on the shelf
It's happening all too often
Guilt that burns within ones soul
Is hotter than volcano lava
Need to find the deepest hole
And cool it like a bottle of cava
Worthlessness is another one
But how can this be the case
For advice i give to everyone
But I can't keep up the pace
Failure is the biggest thing
It hits you like a rock
Needing help is so belittleing
You want to crawl into a sock
I could of said an obscenity
In that last verse of course
But this I say with sincerity
I will get back on my horse
These feelings now I've let out
Are because I'm so upset
So I write in form or shout
To be infront of the net
Glad to be on this mortal coil
Walk head high once again
Get sleep at night with no spoil
Black dog inflict no pain
Goodnight "sleepwell"
“God like, not so different”
She wrote,
“where do you go to my lovely?”
my response,
“I sink into the screen
like a scream queen goddess,
I am Lilith most of the time
tap dancing away and
singing off key unashamedly
loudly in life out of step, always
out of time, the ballyhoos
clap apathetically warning,
"watch out, incoming, car wreck!",
more like a shipwreck
broken-in-half, sunk in the deep,
treasures scattered on
the seabed, keys missing
loot unreachable
the flotsam of an ego
jetsam to lighten the
sinking load, arriving
amidst the shallows,
half cracked open
on the Ocean's shore,
waiting for the electric storm
to penetrate the brain, then
I become the electric storm
come to defibrillate the broken heart,
the haunting hero haunting heroes
dashed on their cerebral rocks
like Sirens alarmed all going off,
the feet both punctured,
walking over the sharp unopened
and opened broken shells,
mothers of pearls
bleeding stories,
their cornucopia unblessed
blessedly overflowing in the flow
of long nights' bittersweet darkness,
walking from room to room
talking in tongues,
strange and estranged,
adlibbing alienation
through boundless walls,
carrying a heavy cross like a ghost
in a residual haunting,
a storm in a teacup
sometimes passing,
the cake all eaten,
hungry for more
of something;
but on the 7th day I rest
and become God like
pleased with the turmoil
and calm I have jusifiably created,
there I will be seen
heavenly comotosed
resting under the duvee;
I am what I am,
then to the relief
of my monsters,
I fall,
I sleep …
I sleepwalk
commanding them all;
there is no escape.”
“you gotta larf,” she says, "how do you stop?"
the response,
“easier said than done, my friend;
the red shoes are killers to take off."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
ljb - llb, klb, mlb
llb - gvlm
“Most poets are mad. It doesn't qualify us for anything.”
Anne Sexton
“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
Anne Sexton
“I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.”
Anne Sexton
The Three Graces
The Three Fates
The Morai
So you thought you were the stuff, ruff, tuff couldn't get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there's a hitch, it's a straight *****, you run into a glitch, so you switch, turn counterfeit, writing bad checks, wearing a Bolex, even try to sell sex, loose all respect. Now with your new found friends, smoking lots of dope, drinking expensive gin. Hanging, slanging, even start banging, falling deeper into sin, knowing, you can either get dead or wind up in the pen, but you don't give in.
Still hanging tuff, life calls your bluff, wind up in handcuffs, turn into a creampuff. Don't know how you came through, go back to being the same old you, find yourself in another bind cause you're not paying attention to the warning signs, you keep jiving and conniving, walking a very thin line. You continue to kick it on up, run out of luck, spent your last buck, and you are stuck like Chuck. Want to turn the page but you've become a slave, all that mess is no longer fun, say I'm going to change, easier said than done.
Now you are geeking, tweeking don't know what you're seeking. Skinning, grinning, always loosing never winning. So you take a good look, you can see you've been hooked. So tired of feeling depraved, where will it end... In the grave SLAVE... Then you hear the voice of change, which you ignore, again you score, find your self back on the floor, can't take it any more.
So you look to the sky, ask Lord, why me. Because you are your best friend and your worst enemy. This is why you have a Saviour to set you free. Finally, you start to wake up, to listen at last, cause you have found, a hard head, will make a soft ass. In order to live right, you must fight the good fight and you won't be devoured by The Jaws Of Life. So the next time you hear that voice in your head but you do what you want instead, then find your self falling and falling, STOP STONEWALLING, IT'S GOD CALLING.
(to the tune of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" from the musical "Mary Poppins")
When grandma got her mobile phone
At first she struggled so,
But when she reached new milestone
She couldn’t let it go.
She face-timed everyone all day
In her town and abroad;
She simply had a lot to say,
Got neither vexed or bored.
Chorus:
MY GOOGLEGRANNYSNAPCHATCRAZYINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
Days and nights on internet
Have made her fast and witty.
No more home-made cakes and pies
And that is quite a pity!
GOOGLEGRANNYSNAPCHATCRAZYINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
I did bend backwards, so to speak,
To get my grandma back,
But she got mad, called me a freak -
Gave me a hearty whack.
When Gran Aid Services arrived
She played cool and proper;
She lied and said that I contrived
One big, blatant whopper.
Chorus:
MY GOOGLEGRANNYSNAPCHATCRAZYINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
Days and nights on internet
Have made her fast and witty.
No more home-made cakes and pies
And that is quite a pity!
GOOGLEGRANNYSNAPCHATCRAZYINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
But then I got a simple plan –
An eye goes for an eye.
Although easier said than done
I baked an apple pie.
I made a cake and cookies too,
A cup of tea as well,
Before my selfish granny knew,
I ate it all myself.
Chorus:
MY GOOGLEGRANNYSNAPCHATCRAZYINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
Days and nights on internet
Have made her fast and witty.
No more cakes and pies for her,
And that is quite a pity!
GOOGLEGRANNYTRADEDMEFORINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
Look at yourself in the mirror, look at you.
No pretense, be honest, who do you see?
Is it your authentic self? Or the one that other people think
of you? If they are good, positive, constructive and would lift
your spirit, let it be. If they are negative and would dampen
your spirit, don’t let it bother you and make you feel down.
You are worth it, nobody can compare to you. They are not you
and no matter what they say, don’t let weeds of doubt, self-pity,
fear invade your mind and heart. Opinions of others are usually
put downs because they feel better than you and be aware that
not everyone will like you, even the ones related or close to you.
Maybe, your authentic self is not what you wanted to be and does
not make you feel accomplished. But you must realize that life is
not always the way you want it to be, so accept what you meant to
be, give it all, keep a high standard, appreciate your skills and fill your
mind and heart with seeds of enthusiasm, joy, kindness, thankfulness.
Or maybe, you wish you are somebody else or in a different set
of circumstances, do not. There are people, who live in pretense
for they are in denial for they cannot accept circumstances beyond
their control or their own failures, so they pretend to look good
masking their pain, hurt, shame, pride? Letting go and accepting
are hard to do. It is easier said than done because it requires courage,
strength. But, it can be done and would take time, resilience and
patience. Believe in yourself, have faith, hope because there is always
light, even in the darkness. Seek and you will find the light to guide you.
Today is a gift and a new beginning, so treat each day a new
beginning. Accept each day, your gift with a thankful mind and heart.
Put your head up high, look at you. You are unique, wonderfully made.
Look at the authentic, true you. You are amazingly worth it!
A week ago I wrote a list of reasons on why I should take my life
Two days ago I have been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder
Today I had major suicidal thoughts and cried for three hours
All of this happened in a span of time
Today is where I realized that I have bipolar but bipolar does not own me
I got out of bed
I made breakfast
I took a shower
I tidied my room
I drank tea and focused on my studies
I did some notes
I read my current book
But most importantly I moved
I did not stay in one place and let my thoughts take over my state of mind
My illness does not define who I am or who I will be
Anxiety, OCD, Bipolar are just a fraction of me
They are characteristics of mine that can be treated and tamed
Mental health is always so quietly put under the rug
Like clothes thrown on that chair in our rooms
If we have a cold we stay home until we get better
However, when we feel the slightest despair
Get over it
Is all we hear
When all we should hear
Is
It’s okay
Work on yourself
Get to know yourself
Learn how to communicate with yourself
Find help
Talk to someone you trust
Because getting over something
Is easier said than done
Until that exact person is in your shoes
Then there is no getting over anything
There is only denial, suffering, and finally acceptance
I will never let my illness get the best of me
Correction: I will try my best to not let my illness get the best of me
The darkest clouds will always rain
But we have the choice to whether use our umbrellas or not
Take your medications
Don’t keep thoughts inside
How devastating it is that we keep smiling our suffering
When all we want to do is scream
Scream
Scream loud and clear
Speak
Please Speak
Three days in - three days of school - and it’s like I never left.
In school, you can get oversaturated with screens. I like books.
They have a sense of permanence, they don’t glare back at you,
and I want something physical I can grip, markup and push off
the bed onto the floor when I get over it.
After three days of class, I’m asking (no one in particular), "Are we there yet?"
I can speed-read if I have a pointer - I use cocktail picks (swizzle sticks?) - you know, the little olive skewers you get in a martini? I have a collection from all over the world.
If I go to a bar and they have nice swizzle sticks, I’ll gather a few up. “What are you DOing,” Karen, (Lisa’s mom) asked me as I scarfed up several from patron’s empty glasses at the elegant, Refinery Rooftop bar in Manhattan.
“I have a TON of reading to do,” I explained, helpfully.
“Don’t even ask,” Lisa shrugged, rolling her eyes, when her mom looked confused.
The trick to speed reading is your eyes (and brain) pickup more than you realize and people tend to pronounce things, in their minds, as they read, which REALLY slows you down. So, you swivel the pointer down the page, following the pointer with your eyes, and Walla!
You can’t do THAT with a computer screen. You need a book, and when you have 2 or 3 hundred pages (or more) a night to read, you can’t just hold your breath and refuse - like a seven-year-old - can you? Seriously, I mean, can we? I’m asking - though it’s probably a little late (senior year).
Now, of course, not just any appetizer toothpick or fruit pick will do - the selection process can be rather byzantine. They must be a certain length, about 2 inches longer than my finger, so my hand doesn’t block the text, and square ones are the easiest to grip. Finally, if they have a little arrow-point on the tip? Well, that’s true love.
The problem is, I can get a little intense when reading and they tend to break. When my roommates hear me exclaim, “God DAMN it!” At 2am. They usually know why.
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A song for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
To whom it may concern
I'm already prepared to learn,
To learn the life, life long teaching
There are some goals I need to be reaching
People tells me that, I'm all so young
Really, there's no need to be concern,
So curious adult life could be
But they keep saying relax and be me
From infant to toddler to teenage lifehood
All so much, I'm misunderstood,
Adulthood is so intriguing to me
But they keep saying relax just be free
It's much easier said than done
All I've been trying to do is have fun,
My life as a child was very, very complicated
I use to get so mad and frustrated
Growing up so fast at a young age
I only had time to just turn a page,
Still there are life lesson to be learn
As I continue to write, To Whom It May Concern.
It’s easier said than done,
To let go when all we do is just have fun,
How can I just leave and miss that smile on your face,
That makes my world better and fills me with grace,
But sometimes I feel like we in a standstill,
Like we standing around landmines in a landfill,
I know what I want but it seems like you don’t,
I make every effort for you but u won't,
U look at him and show him what you show me,
I don’t know what more to think so I got to let my mind free,
I don’t want to put on the brakes,
But if I press the gas we'll just make mistakes,
Far from heaven my life will be,
Out my life for a while, I'll still love u endlessly......
It's a job to workout
It's a struggle to get motivated
It's a pain to eat right and healthy
but it's worth your health
You say, I don't like the way I look
I don't like my health problems
I don't like the symptoms I feel
I was always told, "If you don't like something,
Do something about it and Change it"
When you're tire and worn down, push yourself
15 mins is better than 0 mins
Work hard, play hard and get results!
Workout and Eat Right
I know it's easier said than done
We all get tired
We all get discourage
We all feel the pain and struggles of trying
and don't see or feel the results
but Don't give up
Your health didn't collapse overnight
and it won't get fix overnight
Take baby steps, Walk!
We all heard that walking 30 mins a day will
improve your health
If that's what it takes to improve your health
then DO IT! We are our worst enemies
We stop ourselves. We have pity patty parties and give up
NO MORE!!! It's time to encourage ourselves and throw a
Motivation Party. We Can Do IT! Lets Move. Don't Die
Life too short. Move!!! Stop throwing temper tantrums, crying
and whining. It's painful to workout but it feels good after ward
You are Important and your health is too
If you need to, slow down but don't stop
Health Motivation, H o o r a y
"Bat Crazy 5"
Some say
she was batsh** crazy
life hits the windscreens
in the labyrinth of life
that way
the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full speed, left brained left hand
holding hard-gripped the gear stick
an upwards inflection, “You know”,
in the Queen’s Land, "all under control"
the open palm under the shaft
moving all the way up to 5,
reflecting on the mirror rearview
she watches the eyes
of her child
dreaming of open highways
the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full speed, left brained left hand
holding hard-gripped the gear stick
never once moving from 5
the left all the way up to targa 5
right hand up on the wheel
left hand down right up to 5
windows spitting emeralds
like a baphomet
the two finger salute
the other above so below
watches on
"here we go again",
the 1 above it all
watches on
as above so below
that 1's long-suffering
that way, aghast, but resolute,
that 1 has never-ending reserves
of eternal patience
and watches on
perplexed
her mind geared on
how to kill off
a spider
and his sister, next
changing lanes
easier said than done
when you're hell-bent on
Freedom
the highway sign
Happy New Year
flashes ever onwards by,
foot to the floor
left brain baffled
at forgiveness
at Christmas
long gone by
right hand on the wheel
left hand down
open palmed
shifting gears
accelerating increduality
towards the accuracy
in the justice of karma
drivers sitting on both shoulders
inside the vehicle
holding the wheel
the internal speaks
to the universe
listening
for kindness
and answers
on a lost highway
Blue Sky
nods, as if in agreement,
that 1's always amused -
but never confused, that way
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Is it possible to switch dimensions?
There is currently no conceivable way to get to these if they exist, and they may only be possible, not actual. To travel between realities, they need to be in proximity. To be in proximity and not interact, they need to be incompatible. If it is a compatible universe you could travel to, it is already here.”
"Won’t you let me know,
if you made it home that night
Oh won’t you let me know
If our bones made it home alright..."
I grew up on the streets
Where you fought for your life --
Welcome to the Jungle
Meant fighting to survive.
Shelter in a cardboard box,
Bloated and flimsy
Like that homeless teenager --
Pregnant with her father’s baby
And who escaped home because
Here
Anywhere
Would be better than
The Hell
She was in.
Welcome to the Jungle
Meant food was a delicacy --
Dirty, bleeding hands sifting through dumpsters --
**** you’d never eat unless you had to
But which to you meant one word:
Survival.
Welcome to the Jungle:
You can take whatever you want
As long as it’s not from me:
Truer words were never spoken.
Girls no younger than that little niece,
Or that little sister,
You loved with all your heart,
Forced to prostitute herself for dimes
That might get her a warm meal.
Girls that should be in school
And going to the mall with friends.
Welcome to the Jungle
Where those things are as foreign to them
As a warm house and a loving family.
Girls
Who are too young
To know of blowjobs
And back alley abortions
Of meth and pills --
Of alcohol and rape –
Of STDS and pregnancy --
Of madness and fear.
A skid mark on the road of humanity
A scar across the face of a nation
Who claims to be great
And whose power
Lies in her people.
But what do you do
With those people
Who are ignored, ridiculed –
Treated as sub-humans?
All we want
Is a little sympathy.
All we want
Is a voice.
All we want,
Is for life to stop shitting on us,
Long enough for us
To make that climb
Out of that hole
And back into the light.
But that’s easier said than done.
Because when you live in the Jungle
Where every day is a fight for survival,
How do you plan for a future
That ends at the end of the day
And starts all over again
The next?
Wise Words Never Heard
Girls without clothes go naked
Some of them have friends
Pennies in a piggy bank are not for sale
Robbers steal your frugality
Women can smoke under water
Men should fear them… Be very afraid
Most people like money
Those who don’t have none
Words of wisdom are easy to conjure
Easier said than done
Short lists are easy to read
Don’t read this one
The inner vision becomes blind
When cobwebs clutter the mind
With every thought of doubt
A new thread weaves about
You can no longer see
The true sight of reality
Your faith begins to slim
You can only see the grim
The self imposed web
Deceives your life ahead
You are in a tangled mess
Full of weary with no rest
The only way to get out
Is to let go of the doubt
Yes easier said than done
Negative views hit everyone
Be strong and take a stand
Believe in the good at hand
That God will see you through
No matter what you have to do
Take each step in life with ease
As you live with inner peace
Clear away the cobweb trend
It will all work out in the end
New Year resolutions
They are back. Yesteryears’ resolutions
That evaporated ere execution.
My first one this time around
Is that resolves shouldn’t get drowned
Or suffer the slightest diminution.
This one sure was fairly easy enough
But the do’s and don’ts looming large look tough
It’s better for me to wait
Than decide and then debate
Those tricky easier-said-than-done-stuff.
Sorry, I have no habits to kick
Though there are a good many for the pick
I’ve no weight to lose or gain
Or fitness goals that are pain
Save a crick in neck to get rid of quick .
@ 31/ Dec/ 12
For Gwendolen's 'Limerick in the pocket'