Filed under: acromegaly, control, pain, regression, shame | Tags: centrifucal, conspiracies, cycle, doom, frustration, Narcissus, pain, procrastination, spy, torment, yellow
Round and round it swings
With centrifucal force,
The cycle of pain and self torment, the
Frustration of procrastination
Why not do it today?
Cant! Wont?
Loud the pound, Narcissus
Streaming round the brain,
Pumping full the eardrums
With the sound of sheer
Doom
Boom, it goes, again.
Forget the sun, what
You had won through
Ernest Toil.
The boil on your leg is the
Clumsy spy, whose
Yellow fuss gives away
Conspiracies beneath;
Self sabotage.
Filed under: control, eating, happiness, healing, health, hope | Tags: expecting, host, lefe, next, plan, slow
Patient no longer
lips warm, feet warm
Hands soft and sentient.
Gone is the rumble and
The heart ache within,
here is Life soft and sweet
And ready to eat whole,
Nothing to peel off
or hack through.
Eyes whole, heart WHOLE,
Life long and waiting:
Where have you been?
i’ve been expecting you all this time.’
‘What have you planned for me?’
‘Plan? You’ll see- Be kind
To yourself as you find your way, make it easy and slow, as befits a guest,
Remember, I am Life, your host,
From this life to the next.
Filed under: control, earth, healing | Tags: branches, luck, objectives, plan, risk, roots
List your objectives,
One two three.
Tick them all, perhaps.
But branches grow from
nodes unseen, wrought in
Secret, deep within the trunk;
Roots find water and,
Without reflection on Luck
Or Risk, drink deep, sending
High and varied growth
To greet wind and find sun
Filed under: control, destiny, earth, growth | Tags: planned, tree, worry
To worry is to predict shoots
On a sapling
No tree can be planned,
No sprout withdrawn,
Only cropped.
Filed under: autogenics, control, earth, hair, healing, health, heat, light, strength, thrill, willpower | Tags: balding, earth, force, life, light, tree
A hot expanse swells below
This cafe floor, my Earth.
Above, if i picture it,
A bulb of light so large it might include a tree-
Between, am I, small and sitting-
Straight, I think, ready channel but feeble
Conductor.
Let Life Force strike light
Through a balding head
Into my woken soul.
Filed under: control, destiny, health, willpower | Tags: days, fates, queue, state, tomorrow
The days ahead seem far
Off, even the one tomorrow,
What state will be then and
The states between
Are unknowables-
To what extent can I steer
These fates,
Extend my will into the Ether
That immediately surrounds these
Hours, stacked up, a
Queue of dominos?
Filed under: control, eating, food, health, pain | Tags: bloated, doom, gloom, live, stomach, strained, womb
Back in this place again
This place of doom and gloom
Bloated stomach passing for womb
Once i was well and pain
Was something felt from a
Prick of thorn or cut of steel
Not as now when it grows
From a live seed
Planted deep, sown down
In furrows, virulent its saplings writhe
For supremacy, squealing for
Sugar and coffee and tea
Cake and wine and syrup and cream,
Drops will not do, bring
Buckets for bowls, Life must
Be strained and stretched to
Feed Pain’s sweet tooth.
