I took a visit inside my brain today
To check what was happening
It has been a little sluggish of late
Like a cloudy day not a clear day in spring!
It was dim on entering
So l turned on my lamp
It was really quite foggy
Felt a little damp
The memory section caught my eye
As there were countless empty spots
A bundle of wires nearby
All tied up in knots
The vision section was labelled
Though extremely hard to see
From a distance
I think it read:
h E L p M e
The emotional section was out of control
Eratic movements up and down
Huge highs , deep lows
Overstressed and unwound
My brain it seems is in great need
Of an overhaul and mending
Overwhelmed , l swiftly exited my brain
Service and repairs left pending
Categories:
overstressed, fun, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
When I'm cranky
tired, curmudgeony
just plain overstressed
Why, I do just what you'd expect ~
explode at the one I love best
Categories:
overstressed, anger, irony, love, stress,
Form: Rhyme
I took a visit inside my brain today
To check what was happening
Its been a little sluggish of late
Like a cloudy day not a clear day in spring!
It was dim on entering
So l turned on my lamp
It was really quite foggy
Felt a little damp
The memory section caught my eye
As there were countless empty spots
A bundle of wires nearby
All tied up in knots
The vision section was labelled
Though extremely hard to see
From a distance
I think it read:
h E L p M e
The emotional section was out of control
Eratic movements up and down
Huge highs , deep lows
Overstressed and unwound
My brain it seems is in great need
Of an overhaul and mending
Overwhelmed , l swiftly exited my brain
Service and repairs left pending!
Categories:
overstressed, funny, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
**This pain from having Neuropathy, it's affected me so much more,
And it's affecting my left lower limb, alot more than just the right.
It's also getting to where, it's impossible to ignore,
Lord I truly hope, I'm able to rest tonight.
**Also there have been times, where it's become too much to take,
I do not know why or how my condition came to be.
If only this evil pain, would ease up to give me a break,
Why, Oh Heavenly Father, is this now happening to me?
**Because ever since I was diagnosed, it's made me very depressed,
Especially since this pain, has steadily gotten worse.
And since I've been losing mobility to walk, it makes me overstressed,
Why, Oh Heavenly Father, must I endure this evil curse?
**So I have accepted this is chronic, and it may never go away,
And there's more than likely not much of a chance that it'll ever go into remission.
I just cannot comprehend, how it's affected me in every way,
But why, Oh Heavenly Father, must I suffer with this condition?
Categories:
overstressed, deep, feelings, health,
Form: Rhyme
Does sacred Mother Eartha
too often want to stop the world
to process Her nuanced feelings?
Does our desecrating Dad
too seldom demand we stop
to consider grace
and win/win gratitude
for creative dance
as it has systematically developed
to this current post-millennial date
to partisan fancy prance?
Revisiting loyalty to Earth's global systems
of nutritional economics
and cooperative psychological
bicameral enlightenment
of healthy democracy
bipartisan empowerment
Solidarity with RightBrain integrity
restoring EarthJustice
nonviolent ecofeminist
co-invested communication
Deep listening
to identify EarthPatriotic feelings
of safety,
provision,
protection
And more matriotic co-passionate needs
and wants,
felt voices
and thought choices
for healing erections
from PatriarchalCapitalism
chronic LeftBrain overstressed disorder
Haunted by mounting night mares
vexed against feckless EarthMothers
stalled to win/lose process eternal competitions
in autonomous lack
of polycultural communon
Win health
to win safe colorful wealth
nondualistic
thoughts bidialectic
with warm interdependent
feelings
trustfully realistic.
Categories:
overstressed, culture, earth, education, feelings,
Form: Political Verse
As one unable, or wishing
To bear no more this
Each wretched concern, unwarranted
Whilst overstressed is
Respectless Time, great scoffer of
Lasting worth's pretence
Sustain, will he; by this grant of
Symbolic foresight.
Posits you, a soul, bubble-freed
Above which sea's might
Death's dark, that old world engulfs; now
Of no consequence.
Categories:
overstressed, care, death,
Form: Rhyme
THEFTS FROM YOUR HEART - (Long Musical intro)
A broken heart may heal, but the scars are left
Beating, beating, as never forgetting your theft
Wounded; forced to carry on with all of its pain
Alas, reminding that painfully hurt scars remain
Never once rested, as each scar is overstressed
Waiting, waiting, until one is left less distressed
Then all scars harden; like the hurt in your heart
A heart becomes vice like no longer able to start
With the final heartbeats; the scars ripped apart
Exposing the full extent, the thefts of your heart
Indiana Shaw . . .
Categories:
overstressed, absence, lost love, recovery
Form: Couplet
His days drag on, nights routinely the same.
Work and kids consume his time none left for the game.
With all his responsibilities, he needs none of the drama.
The bread winner, the daddy, and now even the momma.
Being what his little ones need
His desire is what he has no time to feed.
Cant invest what is required to have a regular chic.
Tired of playing with his own dick.
Out of his overstressed lips, passes a long drawn out sigh.
She steps out of the shadows smiles and says hi.
He looks down and sees a lady her curves are pleasing.
Thier eyes meet and he can see already shes teasing.
Not one single word or even a whisper,
You can feel the air heat and become crisper.
From the sway of her hips to her exposed flesh
It wasnt long and it was thier bodies that meshed.
Afterwards exhausted and totally drained.
He reaches for her but only her scent remained.
Categories:
overstressed, desire, for him, loneliness,
Form: Prose
Remembering a cold and damp February morn
On the Monday that my first child was born
I prayed as a father, I’d do my best
And I thanked God, I was so blessed
The following year in the beginning of November
Another son. a morning to remember
The coming Christmas would be the best
We had two sons, we were truly blessed
As they grew my heart overflowed
Praying they would choose the right road
Twelve years later in spite of my sins
God had blessed us again with the birth of our twins
Our children now numbered four with my head all awhirl
I now had three sons and Daddy’s little girl
Sometimes when life’s problems have me overstressed
I look at their photographs and know I was blessed.
Categories:
overstressed, family
Form: Couplet