Higher meditation
Out of touch is out of sight
So let silence be the key
Penetrate through the depth of darkness to catch a light
Remember let silence be the key
Higher meditation
There is a voice in silence
If you listen in silence a revelation is sure
So be endowed with focus
Maintain your direction towards
The voice in silence
Remember it revelation
I declare this little body.
My Substance –
Unholy sanctuary for little thoughts,
The only place for night’s retire
To draw the curtains – growing hair.
Wired to lofty beams by absence,
Drug of setting sun –
Now bed I a sanctuary of echoes,
Resounding in the lonely core,
I am become the nightmare walking.
I am Creature –
Who creeping, peoples,
This unbroken dawn.
Meditation, is a medication for the soul
Catapulting you into realms of serenity
Giving clarity, to act in any situation
Meditation yields calmness
The remedy for a disrupt mind
Connects you with the divine
Enhancing a communion with the Almighty
Sanitizing your thoughts and emotions.
Calmness is prior
The sharpener of thoughts
Helps to make a decision
Improving your emotional regulation
Always enhancing your focus
Reducing your stress and anxiety
Making you bold and whole not old.
Meditation leads to calmness
Birthing self awareness
Eliminating all that no longer serve you
Aligning you with the present
Dissolving all negative thoughts and emotions
Making you patient and solid
Meditation is a medication for all spirituality.
In three months I’ll turn thirty
And my sister will still be 25
Three months seems so long when
All you can think of
Is seeing those two little lines
Three months and you talk to his family
You’re married but they don’t recognize
That three months is too long
You can’t afford the trip but your trip into town is all
They talk about
Three months when they say that
Your dog’s at the end of his rope
But you’re hoping for more
Three months 90 days do you
Buy three packs of his favourite treat or four
Three months since you’ve last seen your friends and you’re craving
a long late night talking
and unless you reach out it’ll be
three more
and its all in my mind
that these last ten pounds all it takes is three months
parts of myself lost I swear they’ll be found
one month sober down I feel ty
and its all in my mind
another three months now
my family they don’t know how
so they say
its all in their minds
A year and three months thinking
Two lines is not the question of
When but how and how much
And its all in my mind
As I stand in the line
The doctor he says
My prescription is good for three months
One’s existence sustains uncertainty,
disruption subsequent to such functionality.
Proceeding reality as my own assessment,
despite that it might get unpleasant.
What transpires within this body and mind
obliges the supplement’s empowerment to be one of a kind.
Attempting for a disparate upshot,
its side effects hit like a gunshot.
Normality dismantling this flow is constructing quite a show.
Give credence to this substance which has been fought over,
a void I intend to gradually rely on and rover
Rubbing my palms together.
Too much heat, pills rolling on the counter.
Rolling and toiling.
The pills look bigger than usual.
A glass of water, sloshing, and splattering.
Medication is…
When it’s late and you want to go to bed.
Medication is,
White, green, blue.
Trying to grasp them.
They seem different today.
So do I, maybe that’s good.
It’s been three weeks.
And horrible things haven’t been happening so much.
Like rolling around on the hardwood floor, and holding my head.
Medication is…
White, green, blue, and cold.
Until they are in my burning, shaking hands.
Medication is…
Whatever happens next.
Which is usually sleeping, but still shaking a bit.
Medication is…
Alive as any person can be.
So am I.
When I'm in depressed
I only look to the sun
I'm back to normal.
What you said
Vs1
My hands are shaking
I light another cigarette
My heart is breaking
I wish i could forget
What you said to me
What you did to me
What you mean to me
Oh oh what you mean to me
Vs2
My eyes are heavy
I pour another drink
My stomach churning
I just don't wanna think
What you said to me
What you did to me
What you mean to me
Oh oh what you mean to me
Vs3
My head is aching
I pick up the phone
My body shaken
I can't be alone after
Whatyou saidto me
What you did to me
I don't know what it means
I don't know what it means
Bridge
Trading one addiction for five more
I just don't wanna cry
I'm falling down to the floor
That's when i decide
I don't want to die
Vs4
Self medication
No it will not be the cure
Heart palpitations
I just have to endure
What you said to me
What you did to me
What you mean to me
How could you just leave
How could you just leave
A money pit for the poor- because doctors know that everyone needs medicine
Medication! By Sammie 2006
A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.
A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
And tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know...
Is what tells each one where to go
free verse
Sheltered in safety's shadows.
Knowing God cares for her chief concern
Soon the golden sunshine will flourish.
She watches tiny minnows, skittering they scurry;
and notes the hawthorn berry’s smell, sweet yet faint.
She hears music from the brook; recalls a tune.
Whisp’ring rest, grace notes echo from limb to limb.
Twixt hearth and home, her heart cannot grasp
Trusting God, what lesson might she learn?
Sheltered in safety's shadows.
Light rises on her passage.
Swiftly, she embarks on journey’s end
fearing not the danger she might face.
Horse and maiden head t'wards town with hoarded stash
filled high with reddish berries and heartfelt thought.
Sweet mother’s heart is hushed, likely by disease.
Will nature ordain what wise daughter has found
Death as yet she cannot comprehend
asking God's guidance for the trip.
Light rises on her passage.
I've remembered how to be,
And recognized it though,
Before I did not dare to see,
That it had not been quite so.
It was I, and I was it,
And me, in neither lie,
Confused I stood to ever sit,
As essence, rather'd die.
Broken boy, battle lost,
Tell-tale acrimony,
Bitter breath, idle cost,
Ancient ceremony.
Until a hero outside met,
That inside I had hidden,
Unknown to self I've ever yet,
Gilded till forbidden.
I broke the yoke,
The ochre choke,
That silent ache unspoken,
Revealed in smoke,
Evoked and woken:
The token of the joke.
Laughter hails in smithereens,
To undue worry, fear, and shame.
Unshackling the in-between,
To play this endless game.
I've remembered how to do it,
Thanks to you, I always knew it.
And together we shall always choose,
To learn to fail to lose.
Silent cries of depressed,
Needs care and love,
Hallucinations meds, electric shock,
Replace them with Vitamin-B-complex.
I have this cloud that follows me,
I have this cloud that noone wants to see.
It's all in your head
Nothing major can be done.
So suck it up
Get on out and have some fun.
But they can't see the demons in my head -
Scratching
Clawing
Biting.
The demons want me dead.
But they don't care,
They don't want to know
What is under my skin,
They just want me to smile
And pretend tht I fit in.
Another appointment,
Another prescription,
Another bottle of pills.
Saftey pin a smile on my face
So everyone else feels comfortable
While my world slowly collapses
And I fall from grace.
But the world must go on,
Everything done so formal.
I wish I could take the bottle
And one by one eat my pink freedom
But that just wouldn't be right
- Oh no-
Heaven forbid I don't act like I'm
NORMAL!!
Now Foreign Medicine, next Forest Herb,
Heart rate jumps, floored figure in a kerb;
Emergency phoning of a doc
Won't to acting like the Hardest Rock
"Doc, please, what do I do: I mean, now?
Also say 'How' or I'm a dead cow,"
From now on Doc to know about it.
Every fancied healer, full or split...
One's clear challenge to be circumspect
And ideas of True Restraint respect
Time and again think in retrospect
And - yes - keep minding that sly aspect;
If not careful rouse sleeping down
And sympathizers crowd in one's room.
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