Shape sort cleave meandering soldiers
Love socks elbow smear dancing cold
Plot wisteria work wove blasted smock
Smaller benevolent leaning swastika
Blend veal sports treatment witchcraft
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Evened
Loud boss sting triumph loss bailiff song
Beneath boring angel scoop round apple
Single smooth split roof rotunda evened
Banana broke sweep balanced rearrange
Interior claim kneeling order scouting in
Dig
Drip dapple dip bang bust dent whip dig
Hang rung walk slab hobble drink opera
Tall wallop wings warehouse doused in
Marry stick stipend work leaves manure
Aloof rock rainbow winter fling happy
Over
Cradle off leak true leaves stove palette
Table twisted keepsake Cuban meatless
Qualify exercise geological treasonous
Goalie steward bailout fearless fulfilling
Goliath transformation guillotine over
An End
Looking down
Into a hole
Oh,
To drown!
To be released
From daily stress!
To escape the chains
Of all this mess!
To cozy up
To a sharp knife,
Or blow out my brains–
But I couldn’t do that
To my wife,
Or my family and friends.
It all depends
On the foundation
Which I’ve built my life.
No experience
In this nation
Can compare
To the values and strength
Inherent in how I’m made.
Or the sacrifices
Of those who love me
Time and energy,
All the money,
Invested in
Making me free
From this disease.
Yes, so much
It would be a shame
To come to
A premature end.
I must confess,
It’s not likely.
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Ease
Take rock taco smut link wow straight
Pause aloof rouse leaf cantaloupe cheese
Rake squeak mice hat balloon cause ease
Plead relish cats meridian fear squash
Mulled reeking fun nervous textualize
Peaceful
Coasting across the grassy plains.
Stopping at a lake for a drink.
Climbing up the side of a cliff.
Dancing around at the top.
Looking out at the pretty landscape.
Listening to the peaceful sounds.
Settling into a comfortable feeling.
Being sure things are as they should be.
Granny
Raspberry ginger ale coffee, tea or just
Ensure cribbage and Skip-Bo games
Newspaper reading crossword puzzles
Recycling the plastic bag and the paper
And the aluminum cans and plastic
Bottles root beer sweet tea Redskins
Pulse
Like stampeding miniature elephants
Pushing from behind your lips,
Pressure builds until it feels
Like your mouth is going to explode.
Your mind morphs and stretches,
Pulsing blood flows like a river
Being released from a dam,
Until it ruptures in an eyeball.
This is hypomania, with all
The glitz and glitter,
With the impulses throbbing,
Screaming to be released,
Flexing at the heavy chains
Of shame, guilt and anxiety.
The conscience is like a cowboy,
Riding atop the raging bull,
Pulling at the reigns,
Wriggling across its back,
Struggling with all his might,
To reel in and wrestle control
Of the maddened beast.
Oh, the stress of it all.
To burn the wax of insanity
From the candle of truth,
To purify, to disentangle, to free.
But the answer, alas,
Is to become one with the beast,
To strive to hold on tightly,
Until its energy is spent;
Or, to spring off like a grasshopper,
Surviving the maelstrom
Until another day.
