Golden red-silver filagree
Coiling taught as if brittle
In soft to wiring spiraling
Framing as grows thicker
Due to daily washing and
Blow dry scalp prevention
Since summer’s awareness
Floating like a haloed cloud
Golden red-silver filagree
Coiling taught as if brittle
In soft to wiring spiraling
Framing as grows thicker
Due to daily washing and
Blow dry scalp prevention
Since summer’s awareness
Floating like a haloed cloud
“Can’t I sleep?”
“Yesterday, thanks to an investing client’s generosity, I had a little bit of funding to go out and obtain a few special items as Christmas gifts for my children and their beloveds.
I took a pause in the evening as bit a large, satisfying mouthful from a too-long-awaited Carl’s Jr Triple Western Cheeseburger (TM) lettuce wrap with double-blended Pink Drink (TM) topped with whipped cream sip soon to follow, and felt and gave thanks for the timely ‘abundance’ blessing.”
“Regarding what we allow ourselves to be influenced by…
We must be constantly double-checking to make sure that these influences align with our authenticity in this time of virtual realities – before we buy into what they are selling.”
“Reassurance that comes from being around other people who’s brain waves track well with mine.”
“I don’t feel like I’ve got anything going my way in this category, currently.”
Song repost from March 2022
Managing.
“Dang-nab it!
The concussion has made my body swell, again!”
“I was not responding well as of today from the concussion when getting other people’s help as they were pressuring.
I was either dealing with their trying to be time efficient and going in too many directions at once – spinning me in circles – and/or wasting my time, etc..”
“Can you self regulate?”
—
(Re the maelstrom that descends when engaging resource acquisition processes due to brain injury)
“I now have two kinds of brain injury – and boy, let me tell you how fun this is navigating the shattered internal stratosphere!”
—
(Title reference to movie Highlander and the struggle to reclaim primary power)
“An advocate for brain injury support tried helping me today, and finished our appointment by giving me the number to call my next errand item.
After several times of copy and pasting the number, dialing, and getting my own voicemail, I finally realized that she had given me my own number by accident!”
—
(Re: object identification shutdowns)
It is about finding truth in expression
Hopefully with some gentile elegance
—
(Title of multiple meanings)
“More fuzz on the bench, please.”
—
(Like at a football game…dreamstate concepts)
She kept searching through as
Lived parts of dream scenarios
Until one evening, she stopped
And opened a sliding glass door
As she stepped back, he suddenly
Appeared, stepping into the room
—-
(Title of a Sleep Token song)
Whipped Cream + Sour Cream
A response happened through a dream
When an upper professional bartended
We had met before teamed on a job
Where before he had supervised me
But the work was done at this party
And polite masks could be removed
My face alighted when I recognized him
But his hardened from purpled passion
He came close as whispered wet-harshly
Hinting at unspeakables he’d do to body
But his sexual tension flowed off me
Because he was not the one I wanted
Upon realizing I was a disinclined male I
Then introduced him to one more suited
Of masking
My passion
As I keep fighting
To reclaim myself
I had pushed through hardships
Carrying too much tension that
Was supposed to find release and
Began to right before car accident
My asking for an intervention was
Seeking help from the stress load
Not requesting next level struggles
Which now concussion compounds!
But hey, hey what can I say – it’s not
Like I had things I still wanted to do
(Wait – I did!)
And true, true I was tired from youth but
I didn’t want vital energy taken from me!
(How rude!)
I’m still going forward because I endure
But I’m more frustrated now by burdens
Making it even harder to create income
Let alone walk with confidence in smile
And the worst part is that there
Seems to be no getting beyond it!
Exacerbate with prolonged unknowns.
That’s where slippage happens
They say taking drugs will help
But unless they are also healing
Their rides take us other places
Do what you need that is right for you
But for me medication’s been negative
I can’t afford effects of the ride by
Taking drugs, drinks, or medication
That would cause any imbalance in
How I manage emotional currents
Because I am still captaining my ship
With people dependent upon strength
If I break down during financial hardships
The wreckage would become unavoidable
So therefore I do not have the ‘luxury’ of
Being someone who has ‘medical needs’
She had wanted to crash under my wing
Seeing how I fought for my own family
But she was hard into drugs and alcohol
Already with a DUI knocking on my door
We were sandwiched between addicts
And she held power over our housing
I needed to keep her out of our haven
Because she was in destructive chaos
I chose to assert my boundaries but
Helped her with parole and probation
Encouraged her through rehabilitation
But she wanted me involved in legality
I refused because of the implied liability
Her neglectful family could turn on me
So she turned to her controlling friends
Taking harder drugs so that she’d fit in
I’d a sense she was heading directions
I could not control despite hard trying
I wasn’t surprised when she turned on me
Just confirmed I’d been right in my clarity
Because I needed my sight to navigate
The quagmire she’d created as we fled
—
(Title of multiple meanings)
Is the underlying need that
Of learning and growing?
“There is nothing different available to me than what I have already been doing on my own to recover from the original car accident injuries.”
“The PA told me that basic concussions easily take 4-6 weeks for recovery, but can take much longer if more severe – especially if compounding prior brain injury.
Looks like I am in the latter category, as school and extra pursuits are no longer an option at present.”
One moment can hold so much meaning
It causes defensive reaction misreading
It makes me very angry to be
Forced into taking medications
Because I no longer have buffers
“How the heck – and why the heck would I even dare to dream about having a healthy relationship when everything around me is noise, pain, and chaos – and not one partner-zoned man has pulled weight in a relationship with me?!!!”
“There is almost always a noise bashing, scraping, stomping, crashing…
How do I recover?
How do I not scream – insane?”
“But I Am…”
“Bring your demons to the fore.”
“Over and over and over again…”
“Feels ill.”