Best Unhealthy Poems
"Suck Me! Yeah, that's right, suck me good and hard!"
The above is not a rape or scene from a prison yard.
That's a cigarette berating you as you inhale its toxic waste.
You Are In An Unhealthy Relationship,
but a relationship you can successfully break.
There are some relationships that need to be casual,
at best, superficial, because when one goes against
the grain, they only cause hurt and pain,
Agonizing truths get revealed which creates
overwhelming feelings,
Feelings that are best left alone,
Unhealthy relationships only destroy the soul,
and makes a striving person feel less than whole.
Our diet is mainly made of sweets;
bitter is the taste of beets...
veggies is a must!
Overweight people aren't healthy,
they take one step and feel dizzy;
shed pounds, get your rest!
Trim the fat from your pork and beef;
broccoli, beans and a green leaf...
make you strong and fit!
Potatoes chips and large soft drinks
can quickly change the way one thinks...
when pain hits the chest!
I keep my feelings incarcerated, locked behind bars. And when it comes to emotions they might as well be Mars. Or some Faraway planet, never explored. I mean who needs in emotions and what are they for. I just don't understand, maybe I'm just dumb but when it comes to emotions I think I'd rather stay numb. I don't need to feel, I'd rather not hurt. Because when it comes down to it, I've been treated like dirt. I've been walked all over, more than once. And to feel that way again is not what I want. So when it comes to emotions, they're more like thoughts. Thoughts inside a bottle, locked away in a box. So let's open the box and see what it contains. Let's spill the bottle as it slowly drains, it's absorbed by paper, exposed thru ink. So these are my feelings, now tell me what do you think? They've been so long gone, buried deep. So long dead, like something extinct. So long hidden and completely on purpose. I just burry them deeper, each time they resurface. So I don't feel my feelings and I ignore my emotions. Most times I don't notice as my situation worsens. And if you're a good judge of character, you can see for yourself. That I consider my emotions to be bad for my health. But as unhealthy as that may seem, I don't hurt anymore. So somebody please tell me what emotions are for.
Somedays I feel like crazy,
The world seems unhealthy.
My day seems boring,
And I don't know what to think.
I look out of my window,
To find trees and people I didn't know.
Daydreaming seemed to be my best hobby,
Dreaming of what if I was a barbie.
But then reality seem to slowly confront,
As I open my eyes, to find my homework still undone.
I grab my pen and rush over,
When will my studies be done, ohh dear!
15/6/2022
Living under the influence of unhealthy food
Is not a topic that has been frequently chewed
Unlike its well-known friend: alcohol abuse
The unhealthy food topic is more a recluse
In the past food talk centered around a diet
And half of the population would no doubt try it
Thinking that their weight is mostly what matters
Followed by comments that hopefully flatter
Mostly everyone gets sick once in a while
Or had colds of which we all have a large file
But being under the influence of unhealthy food
Is a thought that’s usually far less valued
Bottle and can labels that come from a barrel
List that drinking alcohol may cause some peril
Yet when has a package of food listed in part
Stating: consuming this stuff may be bad for the heart
But don’t think that I’m looking for Fed oversight
There’s too much already that it feels like a blight
No, it’s all about vital self-education
To help reduce poisonous medications
Or having to visit a health center some night
That have popped up everywhere; speaking of blight
This is more of a write, to help bring to the light
That bad food is like getting drunk every night
I slip because of her,
The sight of her breathes life
Into smouldering embers,
I cannot return to the hellish home;
I have found in her,
Yet I am enraptured
By her tonguing kisses, those finger lingering traces.
I am slipping again,
The mere scent of her weaves sweet surrender of my weakened will,
My tongue says no yet my traitorous lips whisper yes,
Rationale, now a blubbering idiot.
I am undone with one careless glance,
Roving eyes that speak so great a volume that voice dare not,
I gasp for the life that is slowly sapped from me,
By this seductress of my dreams,
I slip and fall a long way down,
Because of her.
"If I could turn you on,
if I could drive you out of your wretched mind,
if I could tell you
I would let you know."
R. D. Laing
Ronald Laing
was a troubled psychotherapist
and a notoriously terrible non-dad
who heard dark voices in double-binding schizophrenia.
Knots of contradictory negative emotions,
needs,
troubling demands and troubled expectations
non-verbally underlying attachments,
sensed relationships
between two people
and within families,
and other,
larger
eco-politically Stated, and officious, Voices.
I need you
to want to be with me
not because I need you
to care for me
and about us.
I do not need you (society, Earth)
to want to be with me
because I need you
to care for me
and about us;
regeneratively double-bonded.
Laing could not see
these two "not"s
as both/and resiliently knotted
at peace with each other's harmonic in-between strains;
The geometrics
of and in-between not-not
can equal a positive.
His solution was inclusive rebellion.
I wonder what mine will be,
has been.
I hope for a 2020 revolution
revisioning not-not
health-wealth
sexual-sensory
natural-spiritual
left/west-right/east hemispheric
yang-yin
strength-flow
outside-inside
precessive-recessive (B. Fuller)
outgoing-incoming
ex/preformed cognition-informative emotion
not yet/still polypathic-polyphonic
holonic integrity-holy synergy
ecological prime relationship-theological compassion
(+)polynomial + (-,-)polynomial = +/-,- Win/Win ZeroZone,
multicultural
Integrally co-redemptive bicameral 20-20 re-creations,
left-brain secularly metric
and right-brain sacredly mindful
Every sacred day and night
psychotherapeutic choice is more resilient
when right-brain integral attachment rooted
rather than left-brain detachment deflowered.
Sleepless nights struggled to untangle
Searching dreams of private wrangle.
Which has beaten back unravel partners,
Solve the riddle with investigators.
In angry purple bruised arguments,
She Scrawled, insisted on resentments.
Covering up the truths in how she feels,
she does not like what Truth reveals.
to ruin her influential institutions,
I will lose by making the right decisions.
But unhealthy living is not a moral duty,
But a decision upheld on appeal by penalty,
Forcing the reign of bad, behavior rage
To be drawn into the attention of this age.
Ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual fueling economic development
and biologically transforming nature,
Combined with reflection
deflection
inflection of our personal
and economic
and political health v pathology experiences,
Recouple complex metaphors
of green commonsense
inviting a resilient ZeroZenZone case
for health benefits
of planting and harvesting basic humane-divine communion values.
Health allegories and gospel wealth parables
need not autonomously rely on sacred principles
equating blind faith with good faith.
Reassociating non-sectarian positive faith
with active sectarian research for healthy development
of significant positive and negative correlating trends,
appositions and oppositions,
invite regenerative climate healing
especially for remaining secular dominant skeptics,
anti-sectarian nihilists,
LoseSacred and LoseSecular paranoid sociopathologists,
conspiracy theorists,
God is an AngryWhiteWesternMan wounded children
and our fundamentally mistaken keepers,
zealous nature v spirit terrorists,
anti-theological bullies,
healthy climate haters, deniers, fear-mongerers,
self-righteous war marketers and managers and magnates and magnets
Dismissing lists of positive health values
like smiling
and kindness
as weak love tools
for marginalized tender trans- and pangenders
and cooperatively misguided souls
Longing for ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual-economic development
and transformative belonging nature.
I am staring at a healthy yellow banana with a touch of green.
Tempted? Not really. It is firm like I usually like
A pinkish yellow apple with a bit of a stem.
I am pondering. Will it be sour or sweet?
Who put that chocolate milk on my desk?
Maybe me, a few minutes ago. I am sure it was
But a lot happens in my life in a few minutes.
Banana or apple? Apple or banana? I want to be healthier right?
I reach for my chocolate chip cookie to help me with this decision.
I’m sitting in unhealthy air;
The sky is filled with haze
From fires up in Canada,
With acres still ablaze.
This morning’s sun was glorious,
An orange-pinkish ball,
Resulting from the smoke but still
Admired and snapped by all.
It’s apropos because today
In 1944
The Normandy invasion
Turned the tide to change the war.
Those soldiers suffered more than just
The quality of air
And fewer people every year
Know of the battles there.
So here I am on D-Day
Thinking of that sacrifice
As I sit and breathe unhealthy air
Against some good advice.
Unhealthy friendship
Lopsided. I think you would say
The way a taker takes more than a giver can give away
A sad situation, somewhat injust
How someone can take so much that the giver loses trust
Unhinged, unbalanced, the scales tipped too far
Where the giver wants the taker to raise their bar
I made the hardest decision, you'll see...
It was definitely because of you, not me
Not meaning unwell, harm or ill
I couldn't keep giving, I simply lost the will
It's not the words spoken that mean much at all
It's the action which is taken when you see a friend fall
A giver will always catch without hesitation
A taker may catch but after much deliberation
The times you would bail quite unexpectedly
Far too many times you ignored my plea
It wasn't equal or even a bit of give and take
Many of your words completely fake
Unhinged, unbalanced, the scales tipped too far.
How the giver keeps on giving and the taker takes it all!
Money, has created the wealthy
and many, who are unhealthy
Money, has given us disease
with a bacterium, of too many humans
Money, has created the wars
which has made, many sores
Money, has made many do crime
to relieve stress, by having a dime
Money, is not there for many
to have, a good quality life
Money, has been abusing our granite
which can only, destroy our planet
Money, has taken away equality
with no chance, of becoming equal
Money, has taken away respect
to care and be fare, for all life
Money, is destroying our creatures
by bulldozing, Mother Nature
Money, has given us leaders
who greed, for their own need
Money, has created those who are evil
who use and abuse, just like the devil
He will not love
He will not honor her
He will not yield to her needs
He will not give her what she wants
So she thinks of someone who can
She will not submit
She will not bow to him
She will not yield to his needs
She will not give him what he wants
So he thinks of someone who can
Further and further they drift apart
With craving souls and burning lusts
Temptations mounting everywhere
And they succumb to the ones in mind
In darkened rooms raging passions
Take hold of their private places
Til ideal faces and ideal bodies
Release the tension temporarily
She's taken to worlds
She flies in the heavens
She's the moon that bursts into stars
She comes down but sees her winding sheets
And that she has crashed there all alone
He's riding the waves
He's walking on the waters
He's Poseidon on seas with mermaids
Then letting go, falling back to depths below
He still burns alone for satisfaction
Because though they can think of someone who can
They can't... fulfill needs and desires with just sex
They need and want each other's appeal
They need to love and submit
They need to honor and bow
They need to yield...
Til their wishes become reality