Saturday, June 23, 2012

Flicker ~ Poetry circa ?


Flicker


The flicker of the flame dances wildly, 
In the pitch-black center of my mind's eye.
 
Titillating my deepest inner senses, 
A journey into uncharted depths. 

I feel so alive deep in my soul, 
All that matters is this...peace. 

Tingling...Reeling...senses, 
Life in my soul....Akin too a massive party.

Every sinew...alert, 
Waiting for perception.... 
Anticipating new hair raising sensory input, 
The candles fuel this spiritual journey.

You ~ Poetry circa ?


You



Melt my heart, 
Make me tingle all over, 
Make me spontaneous, 
Cool my soul, 
Take my breath away, 
Overload my senses.
 
Love ... 

Feels so good, 
Gives life, 
Inspires the soul, 
Deserves us, 
Is right, 
A gift from god.
 
Me... 

Was lonely a long time, 
My prayers have been answered, 
I am at peace with you, 
I have a soul, 
I am a new man, 
I am in love with you.

Radiance ~ Poetry circa 1999-2001?


Radiance


Smooth curves, 
Soft lips, 
Dazzling eyes, 
Sexy hips. 

A masterpiece of art.
 
Long legs, 
Beautiful hair, 
The sweetest smile, 
I cannot help but stare. 

A portrait so divine.
 
Beauty and intellect, 
Precisely combined, 
Perfectly mellowed, 
Like a fine aged wine. 

You radiate elegance.

Green Eyes ~ Poetry circa 1999~2001


Green Eyes



Your Green Eyes, warming my cold heart, 

Melting the ice of my soul with tender glances, 

Refreshing like the Rains of Spring, 

The fire in my heart wildly dances. 


Your Smile, sweet and wonderful, 

Like your Kisses, set me free,

Cleansing away my lost romances, 

I love that you simply love me for me. 


Your derriere, shan't I say more? 

Drives my natural manly desires, 

No amount of time spent together, 

Can douse for you my passionate fires.

 
Immensely enjoying the little shared time, 

That we are able to spend together,
 
Fantasies fill the vacant times, 

You're the woman of all my pleasures.
 

Kiss me my sweetness, long and tender, 

I want again and again to taste your lips,

You have added a flavor to my life, 

You'll always be my caramel twist.

The Loser ~ Poetry ~ circa 1995?


The Loser


I have to get on the path,
 
Which I have not walked,
 
I have got to be the preacher, 

Of that which I have talked. 

The passion which I feel, 

Must now all come alive, 

And make every moment, 

A goal that I must strive. 

Because in the end a loser, 

In the mirror he must look, 

Realizing all the good, 

From his own life he took. 

Stealing every moment, 

That has passed his way, 

Feeling no forgiveness, 

This game the loser plays.

Devilish Souls ~ Halloween ~ Poetry from 6th grade circa 1980


Devilish Souls - Halloween



The devilish souls are lurking around, 

And on Halloween you will hear many a strange sound. 

So keep your watch cause the devil may come,
 
And snatch you up just to have some fun. 

Acts of aggression he may take out on you, 

And you may be dead by the time he is through. 

So be careful how you behave, 

Because it might be your road he decides to pave.

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Written in 6th grade simply to be a scary Halloween poem.

Peace ~ Poetry ~ Circa 2000


Peace


Peace...consumes me, 

No longer am I angry. 

Serenity...is beauty,
 
Comes with knowing god. 

Faith...it grows stronger, 

With each passing day. 

Love...it surrounds me, 

No longer frustrates my life. 

Friends...all around me, 

I could never find before.
 
God...gave me all of this, 

How could I ever ask for more?

Inspiration ~ Circa 2000 ~ A poem from poetry .com


Inspiration



Inspiration is a woman, 

Who shares her love with all, 

She is a daughter and mother, 

And nurtures alone. 

Inspiration is a woman, 

Who climbs mountains at will, 

Daily providing for her child,
 
With never one complaint. 

Inspiration is a woman,
 
With unconditional love, 

You are inspiration,

You are a woman
 
Inspiration is a woman .

The Big C ~ A poem I wrote at poetry .com


The Big C


That's what it's called, as my lymph nodes swell, 
Do I have it ? The Big C ? 
Is it a blessing in disguise ? The growth is large and hurts, 
Will I lose my worldly possessions ? 
Or my life ? 
These thoughts I have never ceasing 
Broken sentences...my mind wields its neurotic synaptic impulses, 
Well, I pray and I believe, 
And god will guide me. 
I live as always... for today. 
But I am not ready to depart this life just yet, 
I cannot question my Father's plan. 
Faith carries me, 
On wings of glory I may stay or soar home... 
Off to heaven... slipping these surly bonds of life, 
Or I may be ok... pray for me, god hears us all.

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This is a very old poem. 

I did have a axillary biopsy after over a year of intensive herbal therapy with goldenseal and echinacea which shrunk the larger then a golf ball sized tumor and the biopsy revealed a necrotizing granuloma, however it is still at issue today and has left me with permanent painful nerve damage down my entire right side from my shoulder to my fingertips.

I do not recommend my course of action, as it is a personal choice, but I felt confident with my research, and I did shrink it to a mass of dead tissue, which was non cancerous when finally tested.

I only make these notes so that this may be reflected upon, and also so that the mind may stay open when making decisions about our personal health and the decisions we take to heal.

Homeopathy, herbal therapy, etc. holds many promising attributes and after some deep research, and consideration of longevity after treatment, I felt this was just my own personal best choice, even against the strong advice of doctors and friends.

At a time I felt so very sickly and weak, my gut feeling was that I did have cancer, that I was much to weak to endure any radiation or chemo therapy, and that I wanted to diet and use these treatments I chose to gain strength so that my own immune system would react as it was and continue to rid this from my body.

Now 06-23-2012, I am having swelling again, lots of pain, and getting ready to start herbal therapy in the same manner as before, taking nothing more then Motrin once in a wile, as I try my best to take nothing more then Omeprazole as needed concerning pharmaceuticals today.

At 44, and my biopsy roughly 10 years ago, I am doing great overall, but still feel something in me that no doctors here have ever been able to pinpoint, nor have I ever been offered a referral to an oncologist, after so many many requests.

I have also found that a tincture or infusion of 1 tsp of Turmeric, 1 tsp of Ginger, boiled for 10 minutes, and the with honey and lemon added to taste does better for me for pain, also excellent against my sever arthritis, then any medication, and the taste and warmth is equally earthy, natural, and soothing.

This concoction is something I have only started more recently, May 2012, as i am delving deeper into herbal remedies and cures, with success to a great degree.

The natural properties of these two related roots are quite powerful.

It is of paramount importance to share any herbal consumption with your medical professionals, as it can very often interfere with pharmaceuticals, be it absorption, a multiplication factor, or a cross reaction.

Again, my instinct and research show me that these herbs are not toxic when properly used, feel better then taking synthetics/pharmaceuticals, and are just overall  a healthier way for me personally as long as I have the choice.

Natural cures are an important and oft overlooked therapy, in my opinion, and again that is simply my own personal opinion through experience and research.

Pharmaceuticals exaserbated my gout into often acute attacks that left me unable to walk, most notably hydrocodone and Tramadol, which I will not take unless my broken disintegrating spine rears its always ugly pains.

Along with plenty of water and herbal cures and no or next to no pharma, I have struck at least a tolerable balance for the mean time.

Diet is so tantamount to healing that I feel I must state that as well, it is rather obvious when inspected properly, but not always such a simple choice with the garbage that is in our food chain today, so easy to purchase and consume with so many ill effects to the wrong body.

To eaches own, and to each we are different and respond different.

I have learned more then ever to "LISTEN" to my body and change my course of action for treatment and healing as i continue to research so many medical issues and aspects.

I walk and hike as often as I am able within reason. I eat a better diet then ever and quite enjoy cooking and preparation of these meals, and I see a short and long term benefit that is rewarding.

I try to focus in my mind's eye on healing and positivity, and keep away the constant pain that is always present in my spine, most often quite severe.

It is devastating at times, leaves me immobile often (thankfully less recently), and is also a blessing too in an odd way as I appreciate the gift of being able to walk.

Using a walker once and cane for a few years, and falling often from numbness and losing equilibrium when my feet have been numb has been damaging, as for example, I broke my ribs one time recently, an I am only now today finally feeling like my full breath is close to being restored.

The numbness in my feet comes and goes, and thankfully has been less often more recently.

I have had a few episodes of "the lights just turning off" and completely falling over out of the blue with no or only a few seconds warning.

I believe that is because of the massive spinal cord compression I have in the cervical region, which is so sever, my neurologist and neurosurgeon are in shock that I even walk at all, and most of the time I grin and bare the pain and walk quite well, and that may just be when my stubbornness so innate has become an attribute for determination.

I may not be pleasant at times, as anger creeps in with pain as well as episodes of depression and self loathing, and I am only able to do limited things compared to my once extremely busy and active lifestyle.

I am often extremely excitable when I feel great on a rare occasion, and that too pushes people further away.

Balance in life, balance in walking, and balance in spirits and mind are difficult, but learning coping mechanisms and listening to friends who care, even when I get mad and take comments too personal, are assets that can bring further progress when perceived and analyzed more properly and used as a catalyst to personal growth and aging more gracefully, accepting my own personal shortcomings, whatever it is they may be at a given moment.

The excitement is just an expression of my desire to feel perfect all the time and the over exuberance is not me trying to push people away.

It is something I am working hard on so that I may become more even keeled in emotion and personality, mentality, etc, but a great day being rare, well it is just hard to cool the jets sometimes when you have been use to high speed for so long, which seemed to come to an abrupt stop so quick.

Change can be difficult, but I prefer to accept it and move forward, and be less a nuisance to me and others.

At times I am a loner, not because it is my nature, but because I need to collect my thoughts, I need to rest, i need to heal, and often my friends do not understand that, and I hope they never shall learn what it truly means to know the way I have felt in such severe pain.

I have also found ways to maximize my downtime, often writing, playing guitar, composing and recording music, and changing my life doing my best to reinvent myself as the years are passing seemingly more quickly with the end more apparent in many ways.

That is not too be taken in a negative meaning, just a fact that with each day that passes, less will come for my future, as we all experience.

Time becomes a different proponent and component in life when I realize these multi-faceted introspective perceptions, and that helps me evolve, accept and further heal.

If I disappear for a while, it is because I need too, and is not a personal attack towards anyone, it is simply time I need for healing.

I will never get cervical fusion if I am not strong enough.

Walking, hiking, diet, and healing, doing push-ups, sit ups, yoga, meditation, and research are all things I have to center myself around to maintain any quality of life.

At times, that leave little or no room for anyone else.

Just a simple mere fact, not a complaint.

Life is great, no matter the outlook long and short term, for when so many doors have closed, many more, and better ones, have always opened when well sought.



 











 





Breathe ~ A poem I wrote a poetry . com


Breathe




Breathe in slow, 
Fill the lungs with life, 
Take the time to appreciate, and give thanks. 
Pray on your knees, 
Talk to your god, 
He loves you, 
Take his hand. 
Have faith, 
He's always there, 
No matter what, 
Surrounds your life... 
Happiness, 
He holds the key, 
And the door, 
Is always open wide.

Colours ~ A Poem I wrote at poetry . com


Colours




Paint the tapestries of life...... 
Blue......as the ocean, deep and full of experience, 
Yellow......bright like the sun........bathes us all in life, 
Pink......shocking and soothing.......the choice is your experience, 
Green......natures theme color.......it illustrates life, 
Purple.......mysterious.......a color to make you ponder, 
All shades of the visible light spectrum......God's gift, 
His earth, a canvas we all paint.

Your Last Day, Today ? ~ A Poem I wrote published at Poetry . com


Your Last Day, Today ?



By John Stephen Swygert
What touches your soul, 
Sweet kisses that stop time, 
A scenic drive on a sunny day, 
A fine mellowed wine. 
\Things we enjoy in life, 
Passion that makes us alive, 
Live each day to the fullest, 
Always for dreams we must strive. 
\Love the ones your with, 
Like it is your last day, 
Remembering what is important, 
I love you, the words we need to say. 
\Live each day as your last, 
One day you will be right, 
Stay focused with this vision, 
Keep the present moment in site.

Leaving The Ones You Love ~ A Poem I wrote circa 1999


Leaving The Ones You Love



By John Stephen Swygert
Honestly, today I parted ways with my wife, 
not a part of the plans I had for our life, 
my step-children too...Oh, how I will be missing you. 
I can not describe the sort of pain, 
loneliness mildly insane, 
but I do have faith in the father above, 
and out of this, there will be something gained. 
Goodbye my precious ones, 
Goodbye my Love, 
You are now as far away, 
as the heavens above. 
I will miss you always, 
and I will miss you forever, 
is this really the end ? 
I would like to believe never. 
But for now I am empty again.

CANDLE LIGHT ~ A Poem I wrote circa 1989 / 1992


CANDLE LIGHT




CANDLELIGHT FLICKER,
SIDE BY SIDE,
OUR WARM BODIES,
ALIVE.

PASSION, 
SENT FROM HEAVEN,
I WATCH YOU,
MY ENGINE REVVING.

ADRENALYN,
PUMPS MY VEINS,
INSATIABLE APPETITE,
I AM A LOCOMOTIVE TRAIN.

SEXY,
NECK, EYES, BACK,
MY DREAMY VISION ALIVE,
I AM GOING OFF THE TRACK.

SLEEP,
THROUGH THE NIGHT,
UNTIL MORNING,
MY EYES DENIED.

WOMAN,
FROM MY DREAMS,
MAKE LOVE TO ME,
UNDER MOON BEAMS.

CARESS,
HEART, BODY, SOUL, AND MIND,
SWEET KISSES,
DEVASTATE TIME.

ETERNITY,
I EXPERIENCE WITH YOU,
TIMELESS LIFE,
FEELING TRUE.

FOREVER,
BABYDOLL BE MINE,
I AM YOURS,
UNTIL THE END OF TIME.

MATERIAL LOVE ~ Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz ~ circa 1989 / 1992


MATERIAL LOVE


SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T HAVE MUSIC IN STEREO,
SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T HAVE REMOTE CONTROL,
SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T HAVE COLOR T.V.,
BUT BABY YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME.

SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T HAVE A V.C.R.,
SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T HAVE THE MOST EXPENSIVE CAR,
SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T SHOP AT BOUTIQUES,
BUT BABY YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME.

SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T HAVE GREY POUPON,
SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T DRINK DOM PERIGNON,
SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T LIVE LIKE ROYALTY,
BUT BABY YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME.

CHORUS:

YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME,
YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME,
JUST REMEMBER BABY,
YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME.

SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T TAKE A LUXURY CRUISE,
SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T DRINK THE MOST EXPENSIVE BOOZE,
SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T WEAR THE MOST EXPENSIVE JEWELRY,
BUT BABY YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME..

CHORUS:

YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME,
YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME,
JUST REMEMBER BABY,
YOU CAN ALWAYS HAVE ME.

REBUILD ME PLEASE ~ A Poem from my old site ~ circa 1996 / 2001


REBUILD ME PLEASE

My life is full,
My cup runneth over,
My spirit restored,
My soul seems to hover.

My heart is on fire,
My passion restored,
My mind rejuvenated,
My love waits at your door.

I ask you to enter,
I ask you to stay,
I ask you to rebuild,
That which I chose to give way.

I ask you to show me,
I ask for your will,
I ask for your grace,
The patience to be still.

I offer my soul,
I offer from deep within,
I offer my heart,
Please forgive me my sins.

I offer my body,
I offer my mind,
I offer the past,
That I left behind.

Build me a castle,
Build me a soul,
Build me stronger,
As your faith I now hold.

Build me so perfect,
Build me to endure,
Build me a life,
To work for you Lord.

Take me, I am yours,
Take me and do,
Take me for whatever,
You want me to do.

Take me while I am blind,
Take me toward light,
Take me and show me,
Grant me your sight.

Show me green pastures,
Show me sunsets,
Show me your gifts,
I promise to share with the rest.

Show me your path,
Show me the way,
Show me all these things,
I desire you each day.

Thankful for life,
Thankful for serenity,
Thankful for sanity,
You restored so easily.

Thankful for grace,
Thankful for love,
Thankful for my Father,
In the heavens above.

MEETING A STRANGER...MAKING A FRIEND ~ A Poem from my old site ~ circa 1996 / 2001



MEETING A STRANGER...MAKING A FRIEND




MEETING A STRANGER...MAKING A FRIEND.

WHO ARE YOU,
NOT WHO I REMEMBER,
SO COLD YOU ONCE WERE,
NEVER TENDER.

A MEAN, WICKED, HATEFUL ONE,
HURTING FROM INSIDE OUT,
YOU HATED YOURSELF,
HATED YOUR SELF WITHOUT A DOUBT.

HURT THOSE AROUND YOU TOO,
SO CALLOUS, COLD AND ANGRY,
WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT GUY I KNEW,
HE’S NOT LOOKING BACK AT ME.

THIS NEW GENT LOOKS YOUNGER,
SMILES A LITTLE TOO,
I SEE PEACE IN HIS EYES,
LIKE THE FIGHT WITHIN IS THROUGH.

AND HIS EYES ARE DEEP AND FULL OF LIFE,
NOT GLOSSY LIKE BEFORE,
WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS GENT I SEE,
I DO NOT KNOW HIM ANYMORE.

BUT, I LIKE MY NEW FRIEND,
I KNOW HE MEANS WELL,
IT’S JUST IN HIS EYES,
THAT’S HOW I CAN TELL.

WELL I HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN,
AND SOON I REALLY DO HOPE,
PLEASE DO NOT RETURN WITH THE OTHER FELLOW,
HE SURE WAS A DOPE……...

THEN I SMILED AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR, AND WENT ON MY WAY.

HARD TO FATHOM ~ A Poem I Wrote on September 11, 2001 ~ 9-11-2001



Hard To Fathom


Still hard to fathom, 
The utter shock of it all, 
Terrorists bombed New York, 
And Washington D.C., 
I watched the trade towers fall. 

Airplanes full of fuel, 
For cross country flight, 
Used as weapons of destruction, 
America spent a sleepless night. 

Do not be angry with God, 
For he did not commit this act, 
It was spiritually sick people, 
They chose free will, and that’s a fact. 

And please do not be racist, 
Because it will be to no avail, 
This is not a races responsibility, 
And racism is doomed to fail.
 
Practice love and tolerance, 
It starts here, right at home, 
Love all of god’s children, 
Not leaving an unturned a stone. 

I love all my brother’s, 
And all my sister’s alike, 
Makes no matter their religion, 
And skin tone no reason to fight.
 
We are all god’s children, 
Together we must survive, 
So let’s practice principles together, 
For peace on earth, we now must strive. 

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I wrote this (and two other poems) within the first fifteen minutes of the September 11, 2001 attacks.

I have copied these from my very old poetry site, which is an old geocities site ( now restored to a degree).

I was about a mile from the Pentagon on that fateful day.

My Father, a Colonel, had worked there for a great part of his career, as well as my just very recently at the time ex-Father in Law, both highly dedicated men to their country and family.

My ex-Father in law was even scheduled to have a meeting there that morning, which had been canceled, as I was told much later by my then estranged wife.

We had not spoken for a while at that point in time, but all barriers come crashing down when a real threat transpires.

Lessons from that day forth are quite difficult to quantify with words, other then to simply say, no matter your point of view pertaining to those events on that day, life has just quite simply never been the same.

This was a day of deep hurt and pain for me and a catalyst to me personally to rethink my life's values and aspirations.