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s.a.d.ness

crocus abd bees 2012 001

Sunless skies, endless
grey clouded over grey crusted
snow, creating havoc for crocus shoots
struggling to make their stand.

Winter, a slow
death by its thousand windy cuts
and imperceptable emotional fade, now
so few words shared between them.

All purple and
orange in full bloom swathed across
front yard lawns stirring expectations, and
memories of their languid summer days.

Teal sky
days that start warm ending warmer,
their uninterrupted steady sun and their
sleeveless shirts and moist sweaty skin.

Sun, her kiss
once assured his unsteady heart. So many
purple and orange reasons to be hopeful but
March, always the cruel reminder.

written March 2013
revised FOR April 2013 :- /


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I hide within a quilt…

I hide within a quilt

gazing at the ceiling

pondering over things

and finally, getting tortured

by my conflicting thoughts-

the night goes on

and I  succumb to sleep

with no dreams.


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Role Play Plays a Role?

Mass murder? I don’t understand.

I don’t suppose I am alone.

But -

Role play enables learning in many situations.

Why not through computer games and television?

Can children really differentiate between the death they cause with a button and real killings?

Have we hardened their hearts and anaesthetised their minds through role play?


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shallow nights…

My nights are shallow , need to make that leap

I fight all night , but still can’t sleep

Next thing I know my mind is screaming

Feels so real , but I think I’m dreaming

When I think my dreams come unsurpassed

I’m dreaming again , about my past

Thoughts of things , wont go away

Buried til I sleep , then they play

I wake to hair and pillow all wet

Then my dreams they all reset

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morning air

morning air

is what I need

this restless life

I want to bleed

mind is stuck

to past events

when all I have

is good intents

futures bleak

as I can see

sometimes I wish

I wasn’t me

that’s when

I look up to the sky

I pray to Jesus

and ask him why

looking for

an answer soon

for depressed in life

Corcovado jesus

Corcovado jesus (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

I’m not immune

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Sarah’s Challenge

 

Writing without being present to give

life to the words and sounds to the senses,

a child writing forever, through a sieve

of adulthood. Writing, no defences,

no beginning, no end. Explanation?

Should writer need ask for reason – enough

to say driven by some aberration

of gene, Muse or some other mystic stuff.

Not author not playwright not a poet

no description encompasses this drive

to express the very nature of it –

Better part of me writing to survive

than all those thoughts be stuck inside my head

and I be sad, unfulfilled till I’m dead.

 


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Sunday …maybe a lowday

stars are falling all around us , read in the news there’s another wrecked school bus ….. I’m at sorts today . I think to much sometimes ….why is the world like this . My life has consisted of pain of some kind or another , why did I endure this rather than just give in and live a simple life .

 

Some days …..hmmmmm days like today I search for things I know I can’t find. I have no idea why these days exist ….I need to push by this feeling I’m having today….I’m writing this in hopes to find associations for some of my impulse’s or ways of thinking …..It’s hard someday’s to reach out to others, I hope people understand why I’m like this , not thinking I’m avoiding for some other reason.

 

The physical portion is getting worse for me , pain ….real pain either side effects from medication or just pain catching up to me from past injuries or aging pains . my abdominal cavity has gotten worse ..I may need to be admitted into the hospital for them to find it…..

 

A Pain That I'm Used To

A Pain That I’m Used To (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

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Giddy thought

What is the relation of this picture with the giddy thought?- I don’t know. I just felt like posting this picture!

A giddy thought strikes my mind

I know now what to think of

What to think about for another day

And torture myself by thinking about

it again and again till the mind bursts

with pain, for pain is better than confusion

prevailing thoroughly, in an amazing way

within the nerves and the brain.


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Be still

 

The more we know the less we understand

The more we get the less we value it

Just accept Heaven in that grain of sand

and learn to watch and listen and just sit.

Yes, you’re rushing in order to stand still

and you’re busy and life gets in the way -

take a moment to savour life’s idyll,

to breathe in deep, take pleasure in the day.

 

 


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Caution: writer talking

Get up and at it

immediately as if

writing for my life.

 

Writing for your life?

Why is this so important?

Writing keeps me sane.

 

Writing keeps you sane?

Who would I be without it?

This is who I am.

 

This is who you are?

Then what are you doing here?

Get up and at it.

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