Long Health Poems
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A prayer of hope, for healing and restoration
Many are praying for you
When our God answers. a grand celebration
There will be for you
So hold on tight, keep up the fight
because soon you will see the light, soon you will be alright
He will wipe away every tear from your eyes
So don’t listen to the enemy’s lies
Let nothing but the peace of God, dwell in your mind
There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain
Only the soft sound and embrace of healing rain
Because He is making everything new,
and His words are trustworthy and true
And as you remain in Him, His word remains in you
And His word will bring you through
Until then we keep on praying for you, child of God
We lift you before Him, in our hearts and thoughts
So keep fighting, keep strong
Better days are coming, It won’t be long
The dreadful phone call came, “we have bad news”.
Somehow I already knew, but the words screamed in my mind.
“You have cancer”, and an aggressive kind.
For the first time, I yelled at God, threw things across a porch.
I had been through too much trauma as it was, from earlier years.
They had just removed a tumor, now wanted to remove more.
I hadn’t even recovered and they were in a rush to save my life.
It is a long story, as I battled with doctors with life spinning.
I was calling everyone I knew, to thank them, as I could.
I believed the doctors that I didn’t have much chance to live.
All other worries in life dissipated in a heartbeat, none of that mattered.
I ran to the health food store in desperation to buy Mangosteen juice.
They pushed the major surgery as I took months to decide.
They thought I was crazy, gambling with my life in such a way.
I kept drinking that juice, seeking 2nd opinions, being yelled at by doctors.
They insisted after surgery would be chemotherapy which I denied.
They refused to do this second surgery only for investigative purpose.
When I finally had that second surgery, it was me who turned out to be right.
The rest of the biopsies were clear as I had overcome doctors and science!
Faith returned as I realized God had brought me a miracle fully unexplainable.
They still wanted to do chemotherapy, so I raced to transfer out of state.
Where they agreed with me not to, almost 10 years later, here I am alive.
Heidi Sands
We are in a crisis
The thoughts and visions inside us
Coming out to play
And making you pray
For all this to go away
I see your desperation
And this broken situation
I see your efforts to battle the demons
I also watch how this strengthens
Your mind running rampant
Your actions show detachment
Not knowing who you are anymore
Nothing is the way it was before
This is not your fault why this happened
No one could of seen or imagined
That malabsorption caused the decline
And your mind to resign
I see the terror when you see the shadow
Your heart beats rapid and your eyes narrow
Palms get clammy
Your eyes go glassy
Dropping into an episode fast
The stress caught up with you at last
A blackout moment to reset your mind
Temporary reprieve from the role assigned
I see your confusion about what you hear
But trust me those voices and people are not near
You are in a place of safety
Where you can express yourself safely
You feel judgement looming
Intensifying thoughts becoming consuming
I wish I could take the pain away
So you can be living your life today
I hear your fears, I hear you wanting to end the pain
It would indeed rest your brain
But cause the ones who love you most
To also become ghosts
Your life is precious to us
Your pain has to be open to discuss
We want to be able to save you
From this life of pain in view
Let’s hope the new little pill
Will make her head go still
Calm the voices and noise
And give her back laughs and joys
The shadows are the enemy
Brutality stealing away your identity
They are haunting your mind in the present
Isolating you and becoming unpleasant
I hope this new medication
Will banish the derealisation
And bring you back whole and unharmed
The only scar is to being alarmed
You and bipolar can live in harmony
Working together on this evolving journey
He isn’t your foe but your friend
A life together you both attend
P.S.
I’m proud of you for hanging on.
What cooperates internal resonance
and external resilience?
Political trust
and economic acts
of love?
Firmness of trust
and love's cooperative force?
Why do we settle for ambiguously competing energies
when the democratic trust we seek together
might be more robustly loved
as cooperative inter-religious synergy?
When did specialized researchers
settle for dissociated complexity
as our paradigmatic road toward comprehension
of our anthropologically wealthy selves?
out and in
of and for
Earth's ecologically healthy
organically loving
polyculturally robust
trust environment?
We both want and need better internal cooperative views
of recombining regenesis,
cognitive transliterations for/of intuitive transmutations
Not with freedom to become any dis-ecological
irreligious manscape at all
Not with Anthropocene nationalistic landscapes
of overpopulated rabidity
addicted to dominating anthropocentric competitions
Not with monotheistically justified insurrections
against panentheistic peace
Not desecrating nationalistic cancers
overpowering otherwise cooperatively designing organic functions
All reconnecting within Earth's multiculturing
polypathic love story
of metamorphic satyagraha
Trusting Lovelock's Gaia Hypothesis
reaffirming deeply religious pronoia truths
of forcefully comprehensive
democratically inclusive
economic investment in trust
empowering AnthroMind/EarthBody
cobinary co-arising love.
Not anthropocentrically exclusive
economically infested win/lose
distrust disempowering love's resistance
to rabidly paranoid unease.
Not all that organically complex
as heard and seen and smelled and tasted from inside
life's therapeutic opportunities for feeling health
and ecological trust
we can, together,
discontinue kleptocratic crimes
against Earth's wealthy satyagraha climate
ReLigiously recombining internal
0-soul trusting resonance
and external
1-zone Earth-loving resilience.
I’ve been holding on to things
that should’ve let go of me first.
But that’s the curse, isn’t it?
Loving something long after
it’s stopped loving you back.
There are memories I still bleed from,
even though I tell myself
they’re just stories now.
But stories don’t sit in your lungs
like this.
Stories don’t wake you at 3 a.m.
with the weight of everything
you never said.
Some nights I swear
I can feel the version of me
you left behind —
the softer one,
the hopeful one —
pressing against my chest,
begging to be let out,
begging to be forgiven
for believing you’d stay.
I’m tired of pretending
this doesn’t hurt anymore.
Tired of calling it healing
when it’s really just learning
how to hide the ache better.
Tired of carrying ghosts
as if they’re still warm.
So here I am —
hands shaking,
heart cracked open,
finally admitting the truth
I’ve been too proud to speak:
You broke something in me
I’m still trying to name.
And I can’t keep holding
what keeps hollowing me out.
If healing means tearing open
what I’ve stitched shut,
then let it tear.
If freedom means losing
what I clung to out of fear,
then let it fall.
But even in the wreckage,
there’s a flicker —
small, stubborn,
refusing to die.
A reminder that one day,
maybe not today,
I’ll breathe without hurting.
Let the past loosen its claws.
Let the weight finally drop.
Let me —
for the first time in too long —
let go.
Seen in this place once more
I battle the insecurities
Once again estranged from this world
All these questions
Why do I get treated so bad
Why do I let it happen
Everybody's mother
So sick of the madan
It's not worth the struggle
Never good never enough
The demands they stress me out
I fall back on those destructive thoughts
How can I build confidence when you knock it down
Unrealstic goals no compassion
We need those numbers or write ups for all
How do I succeed in ths environment
Time to move on time not to look back
My mental state pushed to the brink
I can't sleep cry so many tears
Why is retail the demon of business
People don't care
Employees don't matter
I won't let it happen no more
Time for a different direction
Time to move past the bs
Time for me to stand outside this norm
And Flourish
How might capitalism
and egocentric competitive allies
of patriarchalism
racism
sexism
monoculturalism
totalitarianism
binary double-standardism
anthropocentrism
remind us of which competitive communication weapons
develop further violently aggressive apartheid?
And which regenerate gratitude
for cooperative
co-passionate communication tools,
both verbal and non-verbal,
for growing multiculturally resilient social capital?
contextual rightbrain intuitively felt
both/and nuanced
dipolar co-arising left/right
bicameral intelligence.
Which of your green ecofeminist allies
share your active curiosity
and passion for issues
of healthy democratic empowering Trust?
universal,
so not divided or divisive,
unitarian
unable to passively accept
aborting tolerance,
or to explicitly intend
to collaborate with evil,
instead to comply
with win/win cooperative living systems
resiliently accommodating long-term health concerns
anticipated for our next seven regenerations
of social capital wealth.
Too often we become fascinated
with persuading our non-allies
how not only different
but more right we have become
in our old established
entrenched rightwing
v leftwing ways
perhaps because we cannot remember,
when ego's healthy survival
feels at heartless stake,
multiculturally depolarizing conversations
invite both/and responsiveness
more than either/or debate.
Critically nuanced thinking/feeling dialogue,
essential to non-violent communication resonance,
speaks of chosen people
only after deeply listening
for muted voices of non-privileged
disenfranchised species
without competitive capitalist privilege
derived from patriarchally historical
leftbrain dominant verbal minds
still actively curious
about rightbrain's integral tolerance
for being of underestimated value
becoming non-violent communicators
shunning retributive, punishing judgments
preferring to celebrate
with joyous win/win resistance
embracing compassion's great
healthy nonscorched Earth resilience
restoring green empowered peace
serenely blue surfing
seasoned light
of EarthMatriotic
revolutionary
revolving
evolving healthy resilient justice.
It only takes a minute
For everything to change.
No matter how you spin it,
Life is often very strange.
One minute you are feeling well,
The next one you are sick.
You can’t predict, for who can tell
What makes a body tick?
One minute you are home and fine,
The next in the E.R.
So quickly do you cross the line,
It almost seems bizarre.
On minute you’re alive and sharp,
The next one you are dead
And brandishing a little harp,
A halo at your head.
I don’t believe in angels, though,
But I sure understand
That one minute is enough to know
That things don’t go as planned.
It only takes a minute
For your dreams to go awry;
And no matter how you skin it,
You can kiss those hopes goodbye.
My nurse got in touch
I did not expect much
from my medical results she had seen,
but on one thing I failed,
Cholesterol off the scale
which was bad news for little old me.
She just sat there quiet,
I reeled off my diet,
red meat, lots of eggs,dairy stuff,
not much veg in the range
she demanded a change,
though not keen
lots more greens,
fair enough.
I can't overstate it,
you name it, I ate it,
as long as it grew from the ground,
my mood became petulant,
gut rather flatulent,
but gradually lost a few pounds.
One more round of blood letting,
nurse no longer fretting,
the numbers down, now she was pleased,
I'm one happy fellah,
so I ( please don't tell her)
celebrated with a burger and cheese.
In the mere blink of a nightmare, I found myself rechained
and trapped where my peace of mind had once before
collapsed.
The die has been cast, an old challenge from the past, one
I thought long ago smashed, has incited another battle and
painfully thrashed my peace of mind like collateral damage
to aloofly leave behind.
It’s twenty-seven years later, and I’m altogether strength-wise
lesser for this matter. I’ve got mighty prayers but the sum-total
of tassels for the best in life have battered and frayed my energy.
It is retired and at rest, not lying in wait for another day or test.
Now, I’ve no choice but to fake it, declare it is just hiding and
there’s no abiding such when it's time for fighting.
I know I screamed denial, felt a heavy weight disintegrate all
to black. I remember holding him, sharing a crying jag while
watching my peace of mind pack.
My very heart, my special needs son, now full grown and still
at home, woke me in the night in a state of fright, “Mama, I
think I just had a seizure.” The next day came four more and
my peace of mind took its suitcase out the door.