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I have been reflecting some lately. Trying to find moto and get myself on the move again. Had some health setbacks, but thankfully I have good doctors and even with me being the absolute worse patent ever, I am starting to feel more energy again. Med changes and orders to "move" around more had my head spinning. The crazy thing about head meds and other med changes, are they make you feel out of body as they change.
A few years back I wrote this:
March 25 of 2005
"404" APMD
As his blood drained his spirit lifted
I held him close as we drifted
Mom, mom, mom he plead as he bled
Bleeding red red red he was dead
When I awoke he was gone
None no more now alone
His echo is in my head
As he calls from the dead
calling me in my bed
I see him bleed red red red
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I have a major mental block for writing poems the past few years. There is much inside that wants to get out, but I feel very self conscience. I feel bad when I promise myself to achieve some thing, and then when I don't feel good or whatever, and miss my own self promise, I am my own worse enemy. There is no doubt I know in my heart how to fix some things, but feel frozen in place.
I find I am building to a point. Part of me thinks it will be an epiphany.
A few years back I wrote this:
March 25 of 2005
"404" APMD
As his blood drained his spirit lifted
I held him close as we drifted
Mom, mom, mom he plead as he bled
Bleeding red red red he was dead
When I awoke he was gone
None no more now alone
His echo is in my head
As he calls from the dead
calling me in my bed
I see him bleed red red red
---
I have a major mental block for writing poems the past few years. There is much inside that wants to get out, but I feel very self conscience. I feel bad when I promise myself to achieve some thing, and then when I don't feel good or whatever, and miss my own self promise, I am my own worse enemy. There is no doubt I know in my heart how to fix some things, but feel frozen in place.
I find I am building to a point. Part of me thinks it will be an epiphany.