Pain and Agony
Unrest in the out run
Determined to fight
Struggle to survive
Cancer has spread
I will not stay in Bed
Mine on overcome
Can’t succumb
Won’t surrender
Not ready for the grave
Although my eyes grow weak
My body wants to give in to defeat
The battle is mine
I will fight until the end.
Shifting into tomorrow,
today passing through the exhaust
The RPM’s marking time and space
—direction all but lost
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
The harmony that we feel is the real deal
And is so worth the fight
Baby, we need to treat each other right
Let's never be mean or pick a fight
The magic we share is worth the care
Finding our calling is like not falling
When we are aware
Instead of being in despair
Allowing ourselves time to compare
Having a love as rare as ours
Is like dancing among the stars
Stepping back when we feel under attack
Will help us stay on track
To keep us from falling back
This way when we have a bad day
We don't feel like we want to play
Then we just meet in the middle
Like a dancing fiddle
understanding we need to give a little
Being able to put yourself on the other side
Before it becomes a bumpy ride
When It's much easier to just let it slide
Finding a place to chill
So we don't let it put us into overdrive
This will allow our love to thrive
Instead of letting our love take a dive
We will be on top of the world very much alive
Able to magnify our love to touch the sky
You and I able to look each other in the eyes
To really appreciate love high's
How pedestrian of you
not to think
outside your box
I understand
sketchy neighbourhood
being too afraid to stop
I don't mean to be insulting
pedestrian has more meanings
but not one of them
speed bump
and as you rock it
in your three ton
cozy bassinet
mind two wheels
despite your vigor is not
a speed impediment
and don't believe
that that last text
is truly a matter of life and death
I'd rather be late in this life
than early for the next.
18.03.30
Composed for Brendan J. Simons'
Societal Discontent
Should I write, or should I chill.
I do this every night, and almost against my will.
Words swarm in. Poaring like rain.
I just want to drink my beer and relax, but they maintain.
How can you win, when the one you're fighting is you.
Either fight or except it, are my only options to do.
I love to write but sometimes I have nothing to say.
My mind on the other hand, has been telling me **** all day.
I've tried to ignore it, I've tried to look away..
But Every time I think I'm good. The opposite my brain will relay.
I know that it's good to vent, it's good to get some release..
But when can I stop thinking. So that I may get some peace.
FRENETIC SERENITY IN OVERDRIVE
God, grant me
. . . . The serenity to accept the list of things I cannot change,
(But show me daily how to shorten the list
and make cannot into can);
. . . . The courage to change the things I can,
(But give me the sheer brass neck
To try and change even the things
Which seem impossible);
. . . . And the wisdom to know the difference
(But to realise that this “difference”
Only exists in my mind).
Amen.
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Entered by Sydney Peck
in Nette Onclaud's Contest SERENITY RESPONSE
(Twelve lines) ( I used all the phrases in the original prayer)
Digital nodes stimulate my impulses
into a frenzy of organic delight
Caught in a synaptic crossfire,
I sigh.
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