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.

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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.

Another Way

Stepping up,

I listen

For your story.

I wait

For a sign

That you are ready

To go with me.

Cringing back

I feel the sting

Of your rejection.

Slowly, now,

I understand.

You don’t want

Another lover.

You just don’t want

To be alone.

So maybe there

Is hope for us

In the end.

Maybe we

Can make it work.

Another day,

Another way.

Who Is This?

What child is this

Who came to us

To bring something

For us to eat,

And Christmas gifts galore?

What man is this

Who runs around

In a red suit,

Giving candy canes

And chocolate?

Who is this

Who flies across the sky

With a shiny red nose

To light the way?

And whose heart

Will grow a bit

In this season of love,

This time of giving?

Ho ho ho.

Christ mass time is here oh ho ho ho!

Jingle bells are ringing in my ear.

Can you feel my enthusiasm?

Really, I’m happy about it, but

It is stressful with all the expectations

Of joy and merriment.

Carol all your bells and all that, but

Don’t expect me to join in.

Yeah, I know, it’s the season

Of peace and love, giving and getting,

Snow and fireplaces and hot chocolate.

I can’t wait to celebrate and I’m glad

My shopping is all done.

Now, bring on the cookies and candy!

Jingle Bells

Do you feel

The coming tide

Pulling us out

Away from shore?

Do you feel the raindrops

Pelting my head and shoulders?

The candy canes

Are hanging on the

Christmas tree.

The egg nog

Is in the fridge.

The presents are wrapped,

The house is decorated,

And I’m taking less Prozac

So I don’t get manic

Next week.

Soon to come,

Visits with friends

And family.

Parties and church,

Luncheons and dinners.

Cookies and milk,

Next to the fireplace.

I’m saving up

To buy gas.

Looking forward

To celebrating.

Jingle bells!

Urgent Care Blues

Sitting in a waiting room,

Waiting for my turn.

Stuffed up in my sinuses

Feeling like a turd.

Hoping I don’t have to take

Yucky cough medicine.

Maybe they’ll cut me a break,

Make the mucus thin.

Probably have to get

An antibiotic.

Boy, the time is ticking now.

Wish I had some music.

I wonder if all the people

In this room right here

Have a cold like mine

Or maybe worse, I fear.

Hopefully I won’t have to wait

Too much longer now.

My time is coming soon.

I don’t have to frown.