Tag Archives: Psychology
Paddling
P is difficult letter for me Peas and bees are some of my P favourites to confuse Pasta I eat every day People heard laughing at me Paddling I try in vain Paddling through life scared. … November 28, 2020
Ray of pain
A singular ray penetrates My skin through a nano sized hole Into the depth of my unknown Is there a soul Is there an essence Is there me? A singular ray penetrates My skin through a nano sized hole And … Continue reading
A day in the life of Sample Undone!
Random Debt from the famous Guide Showed up at his door One day Followed by the collectors of Westworld on her heels One day Filled with shows one after the other Empty time strung randomly into One day Pizza boxes, … Continue reading
Summer, winter
Her name is Summer Always arguing for winter Even in the mist of blizzards A case of wishing for the opposite The unreachable. In winter she remembers Her name with nostalgia Always arguing for winter But it is here she … Continue reading
Stop
Stop sending Endless emails about Nothing stop I had enough noise Today head, my Head is screaming Electronic Noise is buzzing Life into Void, digital existence is Called, now I Understand Buddha’s teaching Delusion and Emptiness, are the existence in … Continue reading
Shadow warriors
It is a mythology daddy My daughter assures me As we recount the story The dream I had The shadow floating in the void That is my mind A horse, A knight, A savage warrior A hyena eating the dead … Continue reading
Steps in the dark
Sleeping alone tonight She has gone The tiny note She left full Of tiny words written By her tiny hand A memory to caress All I have in My lonely night I need water I choke I stumble in the … Continue reading
Blood pressure
I eat a little I eat too much I drink and drink Only water is allowed I wake up at midnight I take a reading The numbers persist It is too high It is too low Headaches and Heat rash … Continue reading
Long Silent
Long silent I have been silent for long Contemplating Pretending Pretending to contemplate Time Time unmeasured remains in my Soul Silent Long silent Face Appears Appears on the surface of my Conscious Conscious? Am I? For how long? I have … Continue reading
Classical … typical
At the door she stood Half naked the light went through Her see through open robe Half open to be accurate Occurred to me as I was Half listening to her stream Of words, a self held Conversation. How typical … Continue reading
