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Mommy

It’s so warm and comfortable here, Mommy

I don’t want to ever leave

I’m in a cradle of amniotic fluid

Rocking, rocking as you move about

I hear your voice, your laughter, your sighs

I feel your heart beating

I’m so content to be with you, Mommy

Take care of me, protect me, love me, and nurture me

I love you Mommy.  I love you

 

The time has come; I have to leave

You push me out with violent jerks and loud screams

I am thrust into a harsh world

The air pushes its way into my lungs and makes me scream

 

But I still have you, Mommy

You hold me and caress me

I lie against your soft, warm breast

And suck and suck the warm, sweet milk

It’s so warm and comfortable here, Mommy

I don’t want to ever leave

I hear your voice, your laughter, your sighs

I smell your smell

I feel your heart beating

I’m so content to be with you, Mommy

Take care of me, protect me, love me, and nurture me

I love you, Mommy.  I love you.

 

The time has come; I have to leave

You take me away from your soft, warm breast and wean me

I have to drink from a cold, hard cup

I can’t have your warm, sweet milk anymore

 

But I still have you, Mommy

You hold me and caress me

I lie against you and hug you

I need you, Mommy

Don’t make me grow up too fast

It’s so warm and comfortable here, Mommy

I don’t want to ever leave

I hear your voice, your laughter, your sighs

I feel your heart beating

I’m so content to be with you, Mommy

Take care of me, protect me, love me, and nurture me

I love you, Mommy.  I love you

 

The time has come; I have to leave

I’m too old to be cuddled by Mommy any longer

I go forth into the world step by step

The world out there is harsh

I found that out with my first breath

I love you, Mommy.  I love you

 

 

Depression

The birds may still be singing

But their songs I cannot hear

 

The flowers may be blooming.

But I cannot tell you where

 

The waves may still be splashing

But I cannot feel their spray

 

The stars may still be shining

But where, I cannot say

 

The breeze may still be swishing

But I cannot feel its touch

 

These things for me are missing

And I mourn them oh so much

 

My head, my limbs are heavy

My hope, my spirit gone

 

My heart, my soul lie weeping

Oh, how can I go on.

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To All Who Have Hurt Me

 

Now is the time to say

I’ll think only good thoughts of you

 

And even though you have hurt me

 

I’ll say to bad thoughts, “adieu”

 

I’m tired of feeling the hurt

 

I’m tired of feeling the pain

 

I’ll forgive and forget the hurt

 

And only the good thoughts remain.

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Mind Control

 

                Today I would like to speak to you about mind control.

 

                We all realize that we are influenced by commercials.  But most of us do not realize how deeply we are influenced.

 

                For example, take the fragrance manufacturers of perfume, cologne, after shave lotion, and so on.  They have us in their grip with their commercials.  When I go shopping in the department stores and a lady working there comes up to me with cologne for me to sample, I say, “No thank you.”  What I really feel like saying is, “No thank you; I like my natural smell the best.”

 

                What kind of garbage is this!?  The fragrance manufacturers have us believing that their products smell better than we do.  As a result, we go out a buy their products.  They make the money and we lose it!

 

                The commercials even dig into our feelings about motherhood and childrearing.  Take the issue of bottle feeding versus breast feeding.  The baby bottle and formula manufacturers have many of us believing that bottle feeding is the most natural and healthy way to feed a baby.

 

                But let’s look into this issue a little more closely.

 

                How can a bottle with formula in it take the place of Mommy?  Mommy’s breast is soft and warm and cuddly.  The child can lean against it and feel and hear Mommy’s heart beat.  The child can rub his or her small hand against Mommy’s soft skin.  What does a bottle have to offer?

 

                The TV stations have advertisements for bottles and formulas.  But they don’t give equal time to breastfeeding organizations.  Is that fair advertising?

 

                These are just two examples of how our minds are constantly being manipulated.  We borrow other people’s ideas and we think they are our own.  We must go inside ourselves and examine our thoughts and feelings.  Are our decisions ours or are they someone else’s?  True freedom begins with freedom of thought. 

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I Went To The Dentist Today, Oy Vey

 

 

I went to the dentist today, oy vey

He looked in my mouth and he saw decay

He said, It can’t go on this way.”

Oy vey, oy vey, oy vey, oy vey.

 

So he drilled and he drilled and he drilled and he drilled

And he filled and he filled and he filled and he filled

And he billed and he billed and he billed and he billed

Oy vey, oy vey, oy vey, oy vey

 

He filled my tooth in just the right spot

My tooth is filled but my wallet is not

At least decay in my tooth I don’t got

Oy vey, oy vey, oy vey, oy vey

 

He worked on my til time was up

I needed this like a “luch in cup” *

That’s a mean a hole in the nut

Oy vey, oy vey, oy vey, oy vey

 

Oy vey!

 

* (Yiddish) “hole in the head”

Resilient

 

Whatever life delivers me

I can take

Resilient I am, I was, I will be

 

I’ll take the bad with the good

Make no mistake

Resilient I am, I was, I will be

 

Life’s a constant journey

That ends when we’re gone

Resilient I am, I was, I will be

 

God is my companion

Who keeps me going on

Resilient I am, I was, I will be

On Being Bipolar

 

I am Me, Me, Me

I am real, real, real

My mind must think

My spirit must feel

 

My mind and spirit meet

To a poetic beat

My intellect and spirituality

Become an altered state of reality

 

My thoughts are real and hazy

Some will say I’m “crazy”

I’m as old as the hills

I’m a fresh-grown daisy

 

I need to think like me

I need to feel like me

I need to think and feel like me

In this altered state of reality

 

Although I think and feel in verse

I must not completely loose it

I need to come back from wherever we’re at

Whenever I have to choose it

 

I feel and I think often in verse

When I’m in this parallel universe

My thoughts aspire to go higher and higher

Cool as an ice cube; hot as a fire

When the mood is done, my heart/soul are one

And I must come back to wherever we’re at

Although I’m free, my heart/soul must be

Also in here/now reality.

"Me” and “Them”

 

In this world it’s “me” and “them”

“Me” and “them”

“Me” and “them”

Time and time again

“Me” and “them”

“Me” and “them”

“Me” and “them”

Time and time again

Why the fuss?

Why the fuss?

Why the fuss?

Why the fuss?

Because it isn’t “me” and “them”

“Me” and “them”

“Me” and “them”

It is "us."

Madonna

 

My Daughter and Childbirth and Nursing make three

They’re my three greatest joys and forever will be.

Digestion

 

I’ll eat the past

And digest it

The good will become me

The bad I’ll eliminate.

Grand

 

I don’t mind getting older

The longer I live

The longer I learn

Isn’t life grand.

Shalom* Will Come

 

Let us sing our song for peace

Let us sing our song for shalom

Let us sing our song for peace

We hope in our lifetime shalom will come.

 

* (Hebrew) peace

On Mental Illness

 

I refuse to be bullied by stigma

Uh-Uh

It isn't for me

I refuse to be bullied by stigma

I know who I am

And who I strive to be

I refuse to be bullied by stigma

You're not for me

You're not for me.

MEANNESS

 

Some people are mean

You may reflect

But disregard meanness

And keep self-respect.

I AM I

 

Why don't you see me as I really am?

I am not your puppet on your strings-

Acting as you want

You don't like what I say

So should I keep silent

And nod my head "yes" to your voice?

You want to hear your words

Coming out of my mouth.

 

Well too bad

I'll be who I am

Even though it's harder

I'll be who I am

I'll make mistakes, true

But they will be my mistakes

Not yours

And when I pray to God

I want Him to hear my voice

Not yours.

 

I may live with regrets

But I will give myself a second chance

And maybe more

And now I am truly happy

Because I live my own life

The life that I, yes I, choose for me.

A Prayer for Those with Mental Illness

 

I am made in the image of God

In the image of God like you

I am holy

My prayers are holy

I feel; I think

My dreams I pursue

I am at one

With God and creation

I am part of this world and I pray

That God will give me the peace of mind

That will make me whole forever and a day.

 

Rebuttal

Peace of mind

Is up to me

As for God

Who is He?!

My O My


My O My

The political unrest
Try to figure out

The very best
Maybe give a listen
To the opposition
And use the brain you were given
And were blessed.

Good Bye

 

I’m glad to have met you

I tell you no lie

Hope to see you again soon

For now it’s good bye.

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