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Migraine Macrocosm
Migraine Macrocosm Monotony Disorienting stabs of pain Throbbing head, what can I attain When I m lost in this submissive spree of strain Perplexity Confusion at this rain Of lighting flashes within my brain That disable productivity again Help I need And I don t know how to alleviate How to find the right substrate To end this granularly stabbing headache Monotony Stumbling dance steps Confusion in my head flips It s a sharp snapping whip Again and again Now I know how slaves might have felt Though purely mental, a debilitating welt That puddle jumps through my consciousness The splashes, different stabs of pains Some less, some more, but still again and again Cocktails to relieve, serenity to achieve It won t come, I can t win The dance of life is full of that Pain, things to gain, and a microcosm of self-delusion The world full of trickery, that and much illusion But the throbbing goes on, life goes on, and to do my best...the remaining conclusion Make the best of what you have Change things so less is stark raving mad Live life and at the end be glad That you could make the world a better place Just as rings true There is often much to do Do whatever you can For if you can bring a smile in your rough times, then life can still be grand Life for me is tough But for each it could be tougher And there are times when you have had enough But the headache, life, and the like go on Just make the best of what you have Even in misery, try to be glad For the fortune of still having life Ignore the throbbing, help ease all the strife It will go on Just try to make it better Try to make it fun Free of constricting fetter Find the beauty in all things Even in sadness, happiness you can bring Pain persists, But so can happiness So can happiness...
Dear president bush
Dear president bush: What is compassion? Certainly nothing you have What is a fair ration? In your small-minded box, apparently nothing you care about Why do you serve us as president? Actually, I don t think you do You don t seem to care for all of the people who Now suffer, who are poor, in your world they re people you just ignore A hurricane destroys lives and costs billions And you sit for days, don t prepare ahead of time, and just laze While lives are broken. Then you joke about rebuilding a rich man s house To lounge on his newly built porch. Impeachment is a force That should have befallen you a long time ago. Maybe when you lied about WMDs, Or when you acted like we weren t creating atrocities around the world. How long can we let you throw us to and fro? Dear president, you re in a position I was brought up to respect But you do nothing but show your people nothing but neglect! As I sit and reflect, how am I supposed to have any good feeling for you? I ve been, for years now, a person who s resented you. What can I do? Impeach now is what I suggest And it s gaining ground even in the people to whom you profess And call your base How dare you come on TV to show your face? How is it you can flagrantly spout to us your naive ideologies? Why is your mind so small? Why can t you even give one damn apology? Impeach now is what I suggest, www.impeachbush.org Call your representatives
When you re cruisin down the path There are many ways to turn All the people here and there Bits of knowledge to be learned When you re dancin with your mate Moving to the beat Glistening in life s fate Comforted by surmounting that feat When you re cruisin down the path With life that all blows by The wind rushing through your hair Adrenaline all but nigh It s the road of life you don t want to miss For all the unexpected curves That gives the air worth breathing, Sorrow or smiles succumbing with and swooping to an array of soaring nerves Or tantalizing turmoil amasses To tremendous and disquieted distress As despair or tragically even death Dim lights on what once was blessed But to treasure each blessing Is nothing less than simple beauty As you relish in those states and feelings That make each breath you ve ever taken, insatiably They re insatiably, unfathomably, and most simply delicious Those tastes of life that sour or sweeten The very moments, every moment That intensifies the pleasurable tastes, the ones far from insipid. It s the different flavors of life that you don t want to miss Whatever you taste though, just try to treasure what you can, relish in what s at hand And if you can manage throughout your busy-ness to bring a smile, To brighten someone s otherwise darker mile make their life better. If you can t find anyone to lighten your tear Just pause, breathe, and enjoy every moment Because I guarantee, a someone is near To uplift spirit, add blissful bounce, which is nothing but a smile, in every single ounce. Just be sure to treasure every little bit of this short life that you can grasp onto When you re cruisin down this path called life Stop, smell the fucking flowers, and pick one to give to somebody Because there s nothing as uplifting as easing someone s strife, Lightening the day of any soul, presents some new and random jolly And you can smile and laugh, seeing in life all the great folly Just try to enjoy this thing called life when you re cruisin down the path For you may miss a minute somewhere, but the best to be done is not to miss a laugh You should enjoy every minute, for to do anything else would be blasphemous of life Just be sure to live, help someone else when you can, and try to surmount strife Try to enjoy this simple thing called life that s what it s here for.
It dances and swirls All about its own little world. It prances and twirls Throughout emotions that eventually unfurl. Lively, sprightly, dignified, or tragic, These are realms in which you dance the dance. As you dance, be careful of the allegoric arsenic For it just may be your defeating lance. The splendor, the grief; the ups, the downs, These are what make your emotions a play. From heavenly bliss you may feel above ground As you rise from the strains of a strenuous day Harm may befall thee, Hurt may entwine As tears fall from your face - Love stings yet can be affluently benign. How the various states of being swarm What might otherwise be something dormant and cold. Yet the tango of life creates sparks that can warm That which has died, what s grown forlorn, that which couldn t be bold enough for life. There are bits here and there that can t begin to describe The pains and pleasures of any given life. It comes and it goes tears from laughter to despair While the radiant maintain throughout the toughest of fares. My soul has wept, I don t know how many times. A joke has uplifted, those spirits which have died And alas here is life, through all the grins and the whines Happiness prevails, at least when you don t hide from the shadows. The tango of life is here, And to dance with it Is nothing to fear For there's love and pain alike, just try to treasure every little bit that you can grasp onto.
I am alone
I wish to be enlightened with a girlfriend or love
But I am alone
Being alone isn t always bad
Sometimes though it plagues your heart
When you miss love and want to be had
I m tired of writing about being lonely
I want to write about more important things
Me, me, me is not what s important
This world is full of beauty
Focusing on that is of dire importance
The world is also full of evils
Bringing peace to those things is where focus should lye
I am so enwrapped in the idea of me
Some humans are entwined with their selves
Can t we shift our focus?
Can t we care about others before ourselves?
It s hard to do this when you live in a world that s survival of the fittest
It s hard to let go of this selfish idea of self
Free us! Or better yet, free me.
Free me...
Dustin Stovall
Valentine's blues
Here I sit somewhat different,
I'm tired of being all alone
Today, it's others in love that dance and play
I am tired of fighting again and again
I miss the feeling of her arms
I love love, and I miss it
Dustin Stovall
I'm alone, oh so alone
I'm detached, from what I could be
Valentine's wishes, on the phone (I wish)
>From someone, who wants to call me
and by myself on this "lovely" night
Love is so far away it seems,
I only wish my heart would find love's light.
Tired of a spirit that cries itself to sleep
I wish I would wake to find one
Love within my cold grasp's reach
Today, they frollic through the night
But my chance for love seems left astray
It with other parts of me have already died
Tired of hoping for that I can't reach
All I want is one beautiful win
Something, I mean someone that I can keep
The arms of love around me
Instead it's only things I find, the lonliness of life's harm
Enveloped and trapped within me, that which might let me be free
Find the Fight
There are many natural highs I miss
Adorn with companions and love all around
I need to be at peace before any of this I find
Stand enlightened! Stand renewed! Breathe with enthusiasm galore!
Dustin Stovall
Oh how I miss the all natural high
Oh how I miss the color of love's dye
I wish I would fall all over again
I want to start anew with love to begin
Acting and loving and friendship abyss
Should I stay here all desolate and sadly forlorn?
I don't want pity, I want to be adorn
Adorn with inner-beauty and struggles never found
I want to breathe life in its beauteous forms
I want to find peace in this God forbidden storm
I have to escape broken scorns and arrows of every kind
My soul wants to sing but can't find the music
My soul's searching for friendship but can't seem to get to it
Fight for freedom! Fight for honor! Fight forever and then fight s'more!
Beauty lies within! Beauty'll stand again! Beauty's all around, so breathe!
Find the fight and do just that; FIGHT!
Helping all around I want everything back, yes I certainly do. How far should I run? How fast should I go? None of my old ways for now or evermore. How many times I've said thank you in prayer my whole life I feel the need to help all around and give some good deeds. Let me help. I want to. Dustin Stovall
I have a traumatic brain injury, or TBI
It's not good for me and I'm lucky when I got it I didn't die.
Now it's a fight to get back what I want.
It'll be a hard fight for month after month.
I'll ask the Lord, tell me will you?
It's weird how now I believe in the power of prayer.
Hand it to the man,. He lives upstairs.
I can only guess and only the Lord knows.
Go hither and thither, but not over there.
That's not recovery and that I must share.
They are unhealthy and swing open bad doors.
Drugs could give me seizures and they've hurt me before.
I am alive and well in tact and for that I thank the Lord.
He's done this for me, he's done that, and he keeps ending my strife.
Once again "Thanks to You for helping me out."
I now think I know what my life's all about.
I want to return the favor for all the help that was given to me.
I'll do my best Lord to do what I can. Help those that need it and possible start a band.
A band of helping brothers and sisters. People who'll help throughout this big land.
Walking with You Although I love you now and all of the time. Forgive and forget is what I was taught. I love you. Dustin Stovall
My belief Christ for you is newfound my Lord.
In the past month has my belief has been firmed.
If this were a race for you my pedal would be floored.
It took me almost dying before this I learned.
I also love all people even if their queer.
I kinda think that you don't like them but I'm unsure.
To me you love all, regardless of fur.
Is this your wanting because now you don't hurt?
Punish and hold grudges? I'm thinking not.
Forgive and forget is what I was taught.
I want to walk with you.
I want you to be at my side
Until forever and after I die
Help me Lord Serenity comes with peace of mind. I want friends around again. I almost weep as I do write. Dustin Stovall
I think that there must be some weird part of me.
I'm attracted to and attract girls that are flakey.
I need to overcome this and I need
to overcome myself.
My mind has trouble holding peace
when I can can hardly ever find,
that which I want to satisfy me.
I want to fall in love again.
I miss the laughter that those things hold,
I feel that if life were poker, I should fold.
I'll ask a God if maybe he might
help me through every bit of this
and help me find some serene cool bliss