#relaxed
Never seen such a tempest by day
I guess some days prove special and different
Times when migraine clusters differently
I have experienced one, So I know
So I heard paracetamol helps
Even tried codeine just so to see
Having tried all these and more
I realized it's a bitter pill to take
Primary and secondary, some headaches belong to none
It's the stress and lows of life
Whether it be job, home, or people,
You just have to face head on
And here is my prescription for such times
Do the calms, defeat anxiety, then rest
If you doubt, here's what I'd say
I am but a doctor by day
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 4:43 AM UTC
Dripping quietly
Leaving trails; clean and crisp
Down the glass
Merging
Or racing
Or fizzling out
And dying
Eventually ending
Upon the next sunny day
Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 2:27 AM UTC
Swimming in the waters
That were once thick
Breathing ocean air comfortably
Heart beat no longer quick
Floating in these waters
As I have never done before
Relaxing my mind from
All that was once ashore
Beneath me
Above me
Around me
No longer there
Except for the waves that sway
And give to the passing of my limbs
Except for the blue skies that reach
To pass into the ocean
Except for the sun that shines from a distance...
And maybe I can feel it's warmth again
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 10:29 AM UTC
Look in the mirror and tell me what you see.
A beautiful soul destined for greatness, set yourself free.
Your smile is as sweet as sugar, it captures the eyes of onlookers.
You're phenomenal, you're one of a kind.
Remind yourself that you're worthy and a mastermind.
Apply pressure because you're the finest treasure.
Your personalities set the room on fire, your determination inspired others.
Your skin is pure, your skin is gold, and your body is perfect.
Self love is important, don't bleach or inject.
Whether you’re fat, whether you’re skinny.
Love your body shape.
Don’t try to escape your body image.
You’re incredibly beautiful.
You’re incredibly handsome.
All that beauty shows.
Body Shaming is rude and offensive.
I know it’s depressive, I went through it before.
Ladies and Gentlemen when you’re having self-doubt.
Remember to read my lesson.
A lesson on self-love and positive message.
You’re a blessing.
Accept your flaws, self- confidence and self-respect.
Love yourself in every aspect.
Now look in the mirror and tell me what you see.
You’re more than what society makes you seem.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
a memory wrapped its cold, rough hands
around my throat, squeezing it tightly.
as I tried to walk away, the memory
stuck its foot out, blocking my path.
I could only muster a pitiful squeak
as I fell face first onto the ground,
and the memory fell on top of me,
effectively holding my body hostage.
its hands were still on my throat,
but it was invisible to everyone else.
they only saw me fall to the ground.
they asked me what was wrong,
but I did not have air that could
breathe life into the powerful words
that were begging to leave my mind.
a sheet of paper suddenly appeared
underneath my right palm,
and a pencil rolled my way.
I gripped the sturdy pencil with
every ounce of strength I still had,
steadying the paper with my wrist,
and I wrote the words I couldn't say
so they would stop begging to leave,
even as the memory gripped my throat.
as I kept writing, I noticed the memory
stopped feeling as heavy on my body.
it was getting ****** into the paper.
it resisted at first, but after a while,
the memory slowly let go of me
and relaxed into the pencil marks.
when I had no more words left,
I picked myself up off the ground,
placed the pencil above my ear,
took the paper, hugged it to my chest,
and walked away with a smile on my face.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 12:39 AM UTC
*
*Dew bejewels snow skin
Lounge under the cypress tree
Where the air is fresh*
*
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
*
*Sigh with every stitch
Her hands soft with abundance
Smiles with sweet prosper*
*
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
There is some part of me
Which I have gnawed at
Chewed up and bit at
Enough to make you wonder
Whether to put the dying dog down
Or stomp out the raging fire’s last embers
Though I try, I can’t deny
What’s born is to beheld
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC
*
*Wine flows bright and red
From daybed, she hears Pisa
Her kingdom bustles*
*
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC
Soft Forgotten Whisper
Caressing the corners of
my truth
Stirring a sweet and gentle remembrance
It goes beyond thought,
mental comprehension,
but a solid knowingness pervades
in the tender sounds of silence
when I allow myself through
the thick façade barricades
that, at times, appear so automatic.
They dissolve, of course
with a sticky residue intact
But that sense seems to grow
Beckoning me with permeating tranquility
Stillness
Radiance
It comes to me, without seeking
I Am here;
I Am home.
Distractions attempt to evade,
through this
I realize
the knowingness does not wane,
steady silent presence
Continuous composure
In awareness.
No thing to grasp ahold
Swimming in serene emptiness
Relaxed into my creation.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC
Suspended in time
Weightless and unworried
We hang on to the moment
Sedated magic unhurried
His scent is captivating and wild
Forever embedded in my brain
Masculine and crisp
A few hints of the earth after a rain
Insecurities held at bay
I live inside your sanctuary
Your embrace keeps me safe
My senses relaxed and unwary
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
What if it rained indoors?
Whenever we heard distant thunder
or the weather report said rain
then we would pick up all our things,
go outside and sit and wait
for the drops to stop falling from the ceiling.
Would we sleep in houses, still?
If the roof was like a cloud
and woke us up at 3 am
instead of a pattering at the window,
a pattering on our face?
We could make buildings just for this,
and when it started pouring
we would form lines, hoping to get inside
to take a shower in the rain
singing songs and goofing off.
What if it rained indoors?
Whenever we felt a tiny drop
we would build a comfy pillow fort
with blankets, snacks and giggles
and cuddle till the morning.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Contrary To Chat …
That I’m An ANGRY Man... !!!
I’m More Relaxed...
Than A Laid Back Cat...
And That’s A FACT... !!!
But That’s NOT The Track...
That This Poem Maps... !!!!!!!!!
It’s About The Collapse...
of... Restrictions In Lands...
Where This Corona Has Left...
People Sad As Well As MAD... !!!
Because of Attacks...
Made Against Humans...
That Have Laid Them Flat... !!!
So YES Some Have Died...
And Some Have Cried...
Because of This Rise...
In... LOSS of Life... !!!
But Hey... “ IT’s OKAY “... ?!?
Is Now Being Claimed By Government Names...
Who CLEARLY Have... NO SHAME... !!!
When THEY Chose To BREAK Policies of The State...
To Which They Should Adhere...
That Made It... CLEAR...
That...
“NO Mistress Or Lover Who They Love Undercover...
Should Be Met At Night In These Corona Times... !!!”
TUT TUT TUT... Those In Governments...
Didn’t Even Observe Their Own Absurd Words... !?!
Like Those That Now Say
That Restrictions In Place...
Can Now Be... RELAXED... !!!
What’s Up With That... ?!?
Oh Right...
Because of New Phone Apps...
That Will Now... TRACK...
People Who’ve BEGGED...
As Well As Held Protests... !!!
To Relax Their Heads of The Level of Stress...
That’s Had An Effect On Financial Strength...
So Within A Few Weeks...
of.... PANDEMIC Scenes....
Restrictions Will EASE So That Certain Peeps...
Can Return To The Streets...
And Once Again Feed World Economies...
But Here’s The Thing...
That May Well STING...
Corona Mutates So May RISE AGAIN... !!!
Bringing More Pain...
And Days of Strain Being LOCKED AWAY... !!!
So Why Relax...
When Coronas Not Trapped …
With A Cure INTACT... ?!?
People Should Really...
THINK About THAT... !!!
Before Running Back To Work...
To Earn Themselves Cash...
Like... Well Trained Herds... !!!
of Slaves Whose Own Health...
Means... LESS THAN WEALTH... !?!
In Times Like THESE... !!?
People Should Really THINK...
...... CAREFULLY..... !!!!!
Before Following Trends...
Like... Twitter Fiends... !!!
This Corona Scene...
And Spread of Disease...
... Isn't Dead Just Yet... !!!
Do Folks...
Really Still Believe These GOVERNMENTS... ???
After All Their Talk About Fighting This WAR... !?!
That... Didn’t Last Long...
I Mean Really COME ON...
They’re Singing Dud Songs...
That Sound... ALL WRONG... !!!
From Its Very Inception...
This Form of Infection...
Doesn’t Seem To Be Dealing...
In... NATURAL SELECTION... !?!
And Government Measures...
Haven’t Eased The Pressure...
of Fears That Are Linked...
To This... Corona Thing...
So Are People THINKING... ???
Or Steadily... SINKING.......................
Into A State...
Where Their Mind States TRAPPED... ?!?
Into Thinking of Cash …
Instead of Government Plans...
That Have LACKED …
Any Form of Substantiated Fact... !!!
So The Question I Have...
Requires No... Math...
But Doesn’t Add Up...
Cos’ If This Disease Is Still On The Run...
Can Things Now Be...
So Quickly... HACKED...
And Now......
... “ Relaxed “... ?!?
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
washing’s drying on the line, dog’s
curled up in a sun-patch; i’m rocking
to and fro,
letting the time pass.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
At times like these step back
Ease into it with mind relaxed
We can only persist
Try to see your former self
Contest the things we could have done
Externalise internal thoughts
To talk alone
Old or young
Discuss the paths which were pursued
You and me are one and yet we've had so much fun
Today's the day as yesterday
Is gone
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
I sat in a green meadow,
Staring at everything pass and go;
I saw the deer run wild and free
And I wished that it could me;
I stared at the grass and how the green
Was a beautiful thing to be seen;
I counted the number of blades
And at the sheer number, I was amazed;
The trees stood tall, strong and still
And their shadows made the ground quite chill;
I sat in their shade and thought of what to write,
On that summer's evening that was so bright;
As I started to write, I felt much peace;
For now, I felt my happiness increase;
And I knew that I never wanted to leave
This dream that I had conceived;
I knew that soon I would have to wake
And be in a world of heartache;
Where the stress overwhelms me,
And where hope's embrace would never be;
But for now, I will sit and write
In the bright sun’s light;
And hearing the rush of a cold stream;
In this place that is, my perfect peaceful dream.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
you’ll never understand
the pure bliss that is
being loved by you
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC
Smooth, strong, deep, therapeutic.
Hands playing on my skin like a virtuoso pianist.
Stroking, kneading, pressing.
With every stroke, his hands melt my stress.
Sooth my pains, physical and mental.
My anxiety fades. My mind rests.
Stroking, kneading, pressing.
His hands are sensual.
His eyes are closed, so his hands move on their own.
No distractions. Just natural. Instinctive.
Stroking, kneading, pressing.
I’m open and vulnerable, self conscious.
But his hands even sooth my flaws, and imperfections.
Press against places I keep covered.
Unflattering angles I would rather keep hidden,
But somehow his hands seem to find beauty even in that.
Stroking, kneading, pressing.
Dang....the hour is up.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
I want to run my fingers through his hair and wrap him in my arms, feel the way he relaxes as we sit here together.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
My eyelids are heavy
I close them once
They continue to fall
A struggle to lift
I stare into space
To keep them ajar
But they still continue
To fall like bricks
Or a feather to the ground
Soft and hard
Heavy or light
But continue to drop
My head is in buzz
I fight to wake
My eyelids still fall
But I stay awake
Because I cannot sleep
Must stay awake
Too much to do
And still too much weight
My eyelids will fall
Which I can't allow
Them to fully close
So I carry the weight
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
And I'll gladly sit there
in that tacky chair
and bleed out for an eternity
To watch that woman
laugh freely and smile
open and relaxed
All night
and then I'd remember
I'm hers, and she's mine
And I'm so lucky
that she's soft and gentle with me
for surely I'd die in that seat otherwise
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC