“Hey, lets be friends!”
soon became beneficial.
Now that is ends,
the meaning? controversial.
All those hours spent,
sad, ’twas never official.
physical intimacy
soon led to
emotional attraction;
which led to
an internal apprehension,
that the feelings are
oh so superficial.
the lawns become white
as we, together perspire;
we slowly start to ignite
a passionate lustful fire.
As the temperature dropped,
panties, boxers followed;
we slowly developed
defiance toward tomorrow.
Gotta put an end to this
self-guilt inflicting poetic piece.
Another one’s coming…over
and over and over again.
Its time for spring lessons.
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Wordplaying #2
1st poem in 6 months, she says I’m slacking.
so, welcome to my thoughts and abstractions,
the shell in my mind is cracking,
giving birth to new ideas and creations.
Let’s do this before the memories start decaying,
but don’t be alarmed, I’m just wordplaying.
Her body so sweet- tangerine
she backs it up on me- time machine
being on her got me high- dramamine
like i hit the jackpot, my heart's racing.
I know, this rap-like rhymes are far from amazing,
But its all good, i’m just wordplaying.
I just made a list, check this:
of the things i like in life- quick fixes.
numbers 25 and 26: voluptuous asses,
so real you don’t need 3D glasses.
Your ass is what great class is
perfect like brady’s forward passes,
It kills me like mustard gases,
then wakes me up and
makes me smart like turco’s classes.
Do you get the picture i’m painting?
Nevermind, i’m still wordplaying.
I know that verse wasn’t politically correct,
It probably showed some moral neglect.
I mean to say negligence,
but sorry, I haven’t diobeyed my conscience.
If this offends you, or you cant relate,
Don’t be so stuck up- docusate.
the happiest day of my life, really-
is the day I stopped taking myself seriously.
I got tired of thinking about
things that keep wearing me out.
but if you’re following everything i’m saying,
you already know that i’m just wordplaying.
so, welcome to my thoughts and abstractions,
the shell in my mind is cracking,
giving birth to new ideas and creations.
Let’s do this before the memories start decaying,
but don’t be alarmed, I’m just wordplaying.
Her body so sweet- tangerine
she backs it up on me- time machine
being on her got me high- dramamine
like i hit the jackpot, my heart's racing.
I know, this rap-like rhymes are far from amazing,
But its all good, i’m just wordplaying.
I just made a list, check this:
of the things i like in life- quick fixes.
numbers 25 and 26: voluptuous asses,
so real you don’t need 3D glasses.
Your ass is what great class is
perfect like brady’s forward passes,
It kills me like mustard gases,
then wakes me up and
makes me smart like turco’s classes.
Do you get the picture i’m painting?
Nevermind, i’m still wordplaying.
I know that verse wasn’t politically correct,
It probably showed some moral neglect.
I mean to say negligence,
but sorry, I haven’t diobeyed my conscience.
If this offends you, or you cant relate,
Don’t be so stuck up- docusate.
the happiest day of my life, really-
is the day I stopped taking myself seriously.
I got tired of thinking about
things that keep wearing me out.
but if you’re following everything i’m saying,
you already know that i’m just wordplaying.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Physician, heal thyself
I have not written in a while. Its not like anybody reads this blog anyway. Its just a speck of dust in the myriad of published material out there. But to satisfy my yearn to wordify my thoughts, I hereby open window to mind so the fumes have an exit. I have been thinking a lot about the biblical phrase: 'physician, heal thyself'. I do not know under what context it was used in the bible, but I am sure that the meaning permeates generations still. Physicians are held in high regard by the public. Very much so because these are some of the most educated people in the society. They are trusted with the most confidential of information about the most vulnerable of people; they are expected to perform under the most stressful of conditions; they take care of you. But who takes care of them? The job exposes one to a great deal of psychological trauma, enough to drive a common joe extremely bizzarre. Physicians see mankind in its barest, lowest, and most pitiful of states. But how do they stay above it all? One word: Detachment. Physicians have to be somewhat detached to avoid emotional pain that comes naturally after witnessing a great deal of physical pain. The level of responsibility placed on them sometimes requires a bravado and a public show of emotional infallibility. This could be detrimental, especially because doctors are human and experience the same physical and emotional difficulties that their patients experience. Repression hardly solves any problems. But thats what they do. They compartmentalize, sometimes under the assumption that not facing problems make them go away. So slowly their marriages implode, friendships are severed, and personal lives are practically non existent. I am not saying that this happens to all physicians; there are definitely docs that live very wholesome lives, who care for their families and friends. The difference between these types is that the latter see medicine as a job secondary to family. Medicine comes first in college, medical school, and residency while other aspects of life are put on the second burner. That should stop at some point. A healthy life is not lived alone. Man, as they say, is not an island unto himself. Healing yourself means preserving yourself. This means not letting anything consume you...
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