Posts Tagged ‘breath’

insomnia

 

When I can’t sleep random thoughts rush through my head

Sometimes sad, sometimes suicidal, sometimes silly

When I can’t sleep I try to meditate instead

Which helps a little but I still feel frustrated

When I can’t sleep I count sheep or breaths or thoughts

To try to sooth my mind and regulate my mood

When I can’t sleep I post on Facebook that I can’t sleep

To try to elicit sympathy and likes

When I can’t sleep

I grumble and groan like grumpy grandpa

And give the shits to everyone I meet

Because I get so agitated and anxious

When I can’t sleep I stay up all night listening to RTR FM

Or read a book

When I can’t sleep the cogs in my brain crunch and creaks

When I can’t sleep the beat of the blood brain barrier is deafening

When I can’t sleep I jerk off to relax

But I never do

When I can’t sleep my head feels like it’s full of glue

Which is neither strange nor new

Instead lost and askew

muse

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale calm

Exhale karma

Floating in a moment like a bubble

Not worrying about the future

Not mulling over the past

No longer catastrophizing

Inhale calm

Exhale karma

Peace exudes from mental pores

Neurons settle and synchronize into music

Relaxing into a confident place

Feeling at ease and coherent

Rivers of breath channel  a mellow brain

Guiding mind to crystalline lake where ripples fade

So that it may be at peace

facebook

Facebook friend requests from robot women

Delete request, this is not an active profile

There is nothing profound about my lifestyle

Overcome by Trump tweets and dead meat daydreams

Overwhelmed by tortuous thoughts

Tangled up in monitoring breath for peace

Tortured by paranoid delusions of greatness

Tormented by Malcom Turnbull’s hopeless tissue-thin government

Tempted by tugging to lesbian porn

Don’t bow down submissively

Don’t surrender to fear

Don’t let the effort faze you

Don’t leave me hanging in cold moonlight

Don’t dance like a dildo in sensual twilight

Born blessed by an agnostic God

Born crazy-silly in a serious world

obsidian

Obsidian walls closing together
Green breath and racing heart beat
Dead density of stale air
Spectral presences watching, watching
Down in the soul infected with fear
Obsidian walls closing together
Who am I?, the victim wonders
What is my measure as a man?
Who have I loved and who loved me?
Did I change anything in this supersized madhouse of a world
Soon I will be a vile pile of meat paste in the grinder of evil
Then to dust and the worm
What was it all for?
Will I be greeted by Jesus or a blank sleeping nothing?
Deep in the earth or way up in the sky?
Or will I fry?
Obsidian walls closing together
No way out
He surrenders and is crushed and cut to pieces
As the brittle black obsidian walls crack together

valley_of__the_dry_bones_by_loswl-d36usal

Deep down below
Beneath six feet of loam
Bone on bone on bone
Down with the worms

And midnight’s creatures
Oozing through soil
Ancient stasis of bone on bone
Waiting, waiting, waiting alone

For the holy breath of God
To enliven bone as hard as stone
That holy sacred God-soaked wind
That renders dead bones alive again

Sewing flesh, pumping marrow
Wiping every tear of sorrow
And when this flesh is raised to life
Blood hurtles through new veins

And shadows loom across the plains
Of every man and woman born
Who suffered in a wild world