today at Wellness Works of Glendale, in the writing class – the topic was out of a poem something about an ode to lazy – here was my writing after listening to it, and here is what came out of it, it was extremely hard to read!!!
Tuesday, June 11, 2013 @ 12:34:46
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I have no ode to laziness
That too was taken in the bath of depression
Was taken by a string of lies
Like flying as high as kites in the deepest of blue skie
Why in my heart did it rain like hell
And burn like forests dried out and withering
β βπ π« π β β
I donβt want to do a damned thing most of the time
I fight myself to get out of the bed
Best bed I have had in over 20 years I think
But not that I just want to lie in it , to seek the comfort of a nothing to do morning through to the afternoon β and dream and think of a happy time that is coming
If I could find one of those,
But more to drown everything from my head β is it preventing my wishing that I were dead β dead again, in the physical sense, canβt get out of this hell and lack of suspense but uncertainties that are seen from a mile a way
And none of the light from this fucking cesspool of a tunnel of crack and poverty and despair of a hand that may be reaching out to help,
But then, not being able to tell if it is another hand to keep me down
β βπ π« π β β
Laziness, I have known very little of
Always been high energy, even now, when I finally was able to get out
Push myself out of the door to be with Veterans and Veterans Advocates
To get my fucked unfucked β or at least try to do something productive
Something that will be able to take the air molecules out of hell
And into the sunshine of someone elseβs hope
Hoping that it is until I find some of my own
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And for now I just hope to hope
With all who love me, all who are positive, and I
To only hope to be positive too,
Too many people say that this is the only way out
Is to be positive, even if all day, I wonder about what
β βπ π« π β β
I hate U lazy mother fucker drowned in a thick tar of canβt get up
Depression my ass! I hate U too
I hate the self loathing keeping me from a wondrous mind
Something I know is inside of me
But cannot find β not all of the time
β βπ π« π β β
So positively have to get a handle on this depression
Positively have to distinguish from laziness to oppression
Of the hands keeping me down, whether my own
Or the ones from the throne
The power elite
And keeping me from the speak
Or is it just laziness
Or is it just depression
Is it symptomatic of one to another
A psychological whirlwind of intercrossing of one and another
Smothered to a non-recognition
β βπ π« π β β
I need a schedule
But when I have one
I canβt seem to follow
Seems I know I am doomed
Seems I know there are no super heroes
Seems I know too much
Can they all equate to lazy, or hopelessness!
12:50:51
