Occassionly I like to post something that is serious and goes against the flow. (that means it does not have a reference to body waste or genitalia.) The Artist Butter the bottom, then one side, tap it to the line. Row upon row, end to end, as long as the sun will shine. Center the bubble every foot or two, hope the line stays plumb. Repetitive, tedious monotony, the heart and mind grow numb. “Mason” they call the white boss, who watches over the crew. “Labor” they call the black man, who makes the line run true. Genius obscured by the medium, Labor stands in the heat alone Mortar heaped on his pallette, this artist paints with stone. But think he does as he labors. His mind is numb, not dead. Brilliant he is, the artist, with his body detached from his head. Quickly the walls grow skyward, Labor’s thoughts outpacing his hands Dreaming the dreams of the gifted, as he builds the castles of man. Barry
Thanks for the comment. Writing poetry balances me out. I did all the macho man crap when I was younger, and now I am trying to be a little better rounded. I have written a bunch of stuff, but this poem is probably one of only two that I really like. The other one I like is here - http://www.cerebrals.com/board/viewtopic.php?t=2092 Barry
that poem is okay, but I like the one you posted here a lot better. and that is a pretty cool site, too! think I might check it out. I am still a little wet behind the ears as far as message board sites go, and have only recently begun to 'spread my wings' so to speak, from the site I first began posting on and explore other ones.
Be careful. I am in therapy for forum addiction. The only cure is to cancel your connection to the internet. Barry
hon, I love the net because I also suffer from acute agoraphobia (at least its' not ugly, but 'a cute' 8) ) and rarely can leave the house. The net is better than reading or TV as it is more interactive, so a 'forum addiction' ain't that bad a thing for me. and it's cheaper than crack. and I also have this severe disorder that most folks will already readily acknowledge. I make incredibly bad jokes and puns. Actually, I like to laugh at myself, thereby beating everyone else to the punch.
Most of my ptsd symptoms, which I believe agoraphobia is a part of that, came in 1997 when going through chemo. The cancer went away the first time, (and the second too, thank God, been cancer free since 2000!) but the ptsd symptoms that began for some reason when the chemo did never went away. Eventually I got on social security disability, and a VA pension. I do take some meds, but nothing is very effective against the agoraphobia. Some days are okay and I can leave the house and go shopping or swimming at the lake or what have you, other days I can't even leave to check my mailbox. There not much rhyme or reason to it unfortunately, which makes it impossible to keep a job and pretty danged hard to plan shit too. But my family is understanding about it for the most part, although needless to say there are times when they get a little impatient with it, which is entirely understandable.
It is absolutley possible to live a complete and fulfilling life while experiencing extreme bouts of anxiety. I will post the titles of some very interesting books which I know have helped a lot of people. It is wonderful that you have such a supportive and understanding family! I know that a lot of sufferers feel guilt about their illness, but most people at some point in their lives will experience a heightened degree of anxiety or depression. It is just unfortunate that for some people it lasts that bit longer. I know people who have lived with these conditions for many years unable to comprehend that their life could return to 'normal'. And it did!Understanding anxiety is the first step in controlling it, I am sure you are very aware of all this, but there is one thing that I have heard repeatedly from these people and that is that they are so happy to have their lives back and they are so sad for the years that were controlled by their fears. I will post the names of these books later on today
interesting, but you prolly should change the black man part to "brown" man cause we all know how shit gets built down south. still good tho
That is a nice poem Barry. It does make one think about what people may be thinking about. Are you a writer?
I am a wannabe writer. I have worked on several books, but have never finished one. One goal in life before I die is to publish something. Barry
whipone likes the detached head in the poem...gee, I wonder why? :roll: :roll: :roll: Barry, people are going to talk..I too am an aspiring novelist.. but then again, the same could be said of a LOT of people~! but if you and I are ever published then we will be part of a smaller set of PUBLISHED writers..then people will REALLY begin to talk! :lol:
publish your patiens(SPELLING?) medical records, im pretty sure it would be interesting to read your observations about the freaks that you come incontact with on a day to day basis. im pretty sure you meet some wierd folks
Schmed has some original writing that is pretty good. I think he could write well enough to be published. Nursey is really good too, but she is so bizarre everything she writes would have to be published with a disclaimer from the publisher. Barry
