It's way beyond the time for the human race to reflect
and rectify the organ in the head, situated between the right and left ear lobe
Existing there are tumours cause destruction of the human cell,
we do ourselves behave as the largest cancer growth, running rampant,
cause destruction of this planetary globe
“Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?”
This quote from Shakespeare’s one I read
In high school, I would guess.
It came to me, and I won’t lie,
With Google’s help. You might ask why,
Since what it means can’t justify
What I’d like to express.
The origin of love’s the theme,
In Shakespeare’s poem, for it may seem
That some attraction, most extreme,
May over time, regress.
Yet what if symptoms of the heart
Quite unexpectedly do start?
Perhaps the mind might play a part
And add to building stress.
The head and heart, of course, connect
And feelings often intersect,
But there are ways to get things checked
So life can thus progress.
That woman sobbed in the library's IT room.
It was the tenth of October,
though that seemed so irrelevant.
Why did this woman upset me?
She was uncanny, eldritch,
and the whole thing was sad.
I almost had tears in my eyes.
Thin and middle-aged, maybe she was old.
She was grey and wore a grey overcoat.
Yes, I did almost cry at that sight.
Something not working on that machine?
That computer seemed to refuse
to do what she demanded.
A librarian spoke gently to her, tried to help.
Did the tenth of October have a reckoning on her?
She was to my right,
a small distance away, her back to me.
I could not see her face.
I think the woman settled
and I do rather hope she's OK,
though I'd never met her, may never see her again.
I upped and left the room for home.
It was the tenth of October.
It was World Mental Health Day.
(10 Oct 2023)
The words that are inside my head
Are written out different to what head led.
The thoughts and images are sometimes clear
Then fuzzy and foggy as if soaked in beer.
My head has lots of things to say
But hand and pen does not obey.
The hand refuses what head wants used
Which leaves me feeling very confused.
The vice and versa or versa and vice
Makes me think double twice.
The muddle and missing go hand in hand
Words thinly stretched like elastic bands.
What I write may not make much sense
Or roll out beats like a military band set.
As my hand and head get in a huff
A word battle is fought called wordy-cuffs.
Maybe it is stress or over thinking
Or too much wine I could have been drinking.
"Or maybe I'm not write in the head"
Claims a voice I can hear from inside my head.
07.09.23
i remember you as you once were
cancer is a monster that ultimately changes so many things
you lost your battle, and i miss you ever so badly
however, i felt you smack me upside my head and say 'pray for the survivors, boy!'
yes mam
what you say still goes as always
i am nobody's poet or pastor, but i will try here this once
LORD, I PRAY FOR THE SURVIVORS OF ANY TYPE OF CANCER
LORD, UPLIFT THEIR SPIRITS AND STRENGTHEN THEIR SELF ESTEEM
LORD, BLESS THEM WITH A NEW FOCUS AND A NEW LEASE ON LIFE
LORD, KEEP THEM UPLIFTED AND GIVE THEM ASSURANCE THAT HOPE IS ALIVE AND WELL
LORD, PROTECT THEM FROM OTHER STATES OF EMERGENCIES UNFAMILIAR TO THEIR EYES AND ALL OTHER EYES AS WELL
LORD, WE ALL NEED YOU ALWAYS FOREVER AND A DAY IN UNITY
THANK YOU FOR LISTENING
IN YOUR PRECIOUS NAME I PRAY, AMEN
how was that, M.O.M.
thank you....Keep Praying For Me....I Love You Till Existence is nonexistent.....
(IN MEMORIAM)
The voice in the head
Be in control
The wise say
Despite it difficult temptation
Control is the key to withstand
How can one be in total
Control of ones self
With out the knowledge
Of the inner self
With out the use
Of ones inner power
Is like a car
With no wheel
Ain’t that a kick in the head?
Ain’t got nobody to ‘love you lots.’
So what?
Ain’t got nobody to call.
That’s cool.
Ain’t got nobody to call me good.
Good.
Ain’t got enough time to tell you the truth.
Whether I am good or bad is not up to you.
I decide to be real or lie.
So what if I don’t care if you begin to cry.
As they set you a task,
It’s all a-tisket, a-tasket, a-yakety-yak.
It’s all the same to me; don’t play your game.
You have to work or laugh.
Complete the level;
Move onto another.
One courageous deed needed indeed,
To find a perfect lover.
Stale-mates.
Just you wait.
Set your head free of need,
Or bite me.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Terrified of those voices,
Lingering through my head,
Taking a deep breath,
Sinking in to unconsciousness,
I can't let them win.
No cuts on my wrists,
A smile on my lips,
Hearing me laugh,
Hearing me smile,
Dead inside my soul.
Pay attention to my deep depression,
Indulge deep within my soul,
Take a second to listen,
A heart beat that has stopped.
Not letting the voices take over,
I am still here,
Fighting daily fighting strong.
Walk with me through the rain,
Through the darkness through the storm,
We can do this life all day long.
Tragedy where ignorance sleeps in the head
Citizens bleat for mercy and compassion
Women’s beads of tears roll for their seeds
Garden tools apply for visa to go overseas
As once exiled weeds trail their way home
Where ignorance sleeps in the head
Smoke rises from fiery chimney of ruler’s heart
Foxes roam countryside to celebrate their birthdays
Victims of fiery hearts supply farmyard manure
To peasants who dig when the sun is asleep on his bed
brain is the head in the head
The man was shot in the head
The man stood up and talked about ethics and morality
They shot him and ripped him apart
and said it was his fault
The study said he didn’t fit in
So they had to kill him
And took him down to the river and let him go
Nobody was really happy about it
But nobody cried either
They said he was born this way
Risking death for life
Knowing many ways to die
And hoping his friend still loved him
Watching the sun go down
Waiting for the morning to come
Seeing the night as a dream
And knowing when it’s over
Someone told him to dance
And truth ripped through him
And he couldn’t go back
And he was alone
Like the power they gave him
And the love they didn’t have
He called himself intense
Nobody knew how to help him
The man was shot in the head
On a Friday afternoon at the government center
The air was still and the sun was shining
Someone called out his name
And said safety is his friend
The truth was on his side
He hoped his friend still loved him
He turned around and they shot him in the head
Kicked in the head
They called me up for Vietnam,
But I didn’t get to run,
Just seeing a bit double, am ,
Kick in the head for one.
Old horse had kicked me in the head ,
Was mostly lame a week,
Dent in the forehead nasty cos, it made,
A seeing double sort of freak.
M60 was me toy, (machine gun 7.62 cal she was, 2,700 feet per second)
I’d fire her off the shoulder ,
Figured I’d get both targets some.
Splashing bullets till I’m older.
Menzies PM said of us,
Why shouldn’t they go and fight
Flotsam jetsam of the country, just ,
Pawns of war, yes too right :)
Don Johnson 13-jul-11
I wear an ID badge for my group.
It dangles down from my belt loop.
I have anonymity
When I stand up to pee
But it gives me away when I poop.
The taxman called: “You’re being audited”, he said
I needed that like a hole in the head
The doctor said twins; it was triplets instead
I needed that like a hole in the head
My wife said: “No more babies, get out of my bed!”
I needed that like a hole in the head
We’re all getting sick; the pipes are made of lead
I needed that like a hole in the head.
The vegetables in my garden, due to bugs are all dead
I needed that like a hole in the head
My doctor gave the “Bend over” instruction I dread
I needed that like a hole in the head
The monies in my account, to the creditors fled
I needed that like a hole in the head
Transmission fluid on the garage floor has all been bled
I needed that like a hole in the head.
So if you’ve got bad news, don’t hold it back
May as well add some more to the pack
My head is already full of holes galore
How much can it hurt to add one more?
In case you haven't guessed, my Catch Phrase is: "I needed that like a hole in the head".
The wind guides my blade
Through thick bone to meet your brain
Forever now dead
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