My Cat Toby

A year ago in February,

Is when I met a cat named Toby.

Curled up in a fluffy ball,

Atop scratching post.

Resting up against the wall,

Maybe missed by most.

Surrounded by his younger kin,

They played and jumped about.

While he chose instead to chill,

I knew there was no doubt.

This elder cat of sixteen years,

A Tabby with some wisdom.

For months he’s been just waiting here,

Yet no one would adopt him.

I didn’t care about his age;

In fact, it was sought after.

Even conditions with which he was plagued;

To me it did not matter.

Sure, he needs some medication.

Which I happily give him without hesitation.

He has helped me in times of stress.

Easing my pain and anxiousness.

In return I am happy to cuddle,

This little fluff monster that just loves to give nuzzles.

Survival

Risen from a frozen tomb,

Into the wastes and Boston.

Steadily, I journey home,

To find it all in ruin.

The land is scarred and broken.

The Atom Bomb had fallen.

Two-hundred years have passed since then,

But none have since forgotten.

Monstrosities of radiation,

Strange and deadly adaptations,

Raiders, seeking gear and caps,

Are likely confrontations.

Decisions here are life or death;

The wasteland, unforgiving.

As long as I keep drawing breath,

My goal must be surviving.

Famed Departures

As we grow and learn each day,

We share those days with others.

From those nearby and far away,

We grasp at unknown wonders.

We televise and idolize those who have the bravery,

Of stepping up upon the stage to prove their capability.

Though we see them very often,

It’s difficult to really know them.

They give us joy when they display,

Their talents honed with practice.

Amazed, we are, with their arrays.

It’s rare we don’t take notice.

Inspiring and filled with pride,

Their passion is what drives them.

To entertain and mesmerize,

Through acting or with rhythm.

Recently we’ve been reminded,

That life is not unlimited.

Still, we surely are inspired;

By how they pushed themselves, undaunted.

Though they are no longer with us,

Their legacy lives on within us.

Terror

True terror lies inside the mind.

Where doubt and fear, as well, reside.

Our fears, we keep and store inside.

Those dreadful thoughts, we seek to bind.

The terrors haunt and linger there,

Claiming the mind as a tainted lair.

Our fear is what we have to bear.

Feeble minds and souls beware!

The dreaded fear we seek to share,

Is grim and dark beyond compare.

420

Considering the date, I couldn’t resist.

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The benefits of Mary Jane:

To me it helps to ease the pain.

To others, helps to calm the nerves,

Enabling rest that’s well-deserved.

Many strains of weed exist specifically for medicine.

From calming spasms of the muscles;

Reducing epileptic seizures.

If eating proves to be a hassle,

Nausea falls before the reefer.

Other strains are in the market;

For recreational enjoyment.

But before you partake and proceed to get baked,

You must be aware of the toll that it takes.

It does, in fact, intoxicate.

So driving is a big mistake.

Inside your home is the place to be stoned.

With loved ones and friends, and rarely alone.

Christopher & Emily

Christopher and Emily were in a grim calamity.

The parking lot was full you see;

Preventing their big shopping spree.

Groceries were needed badly.

Food to fill their empty bellies.

Milk and sugar, tasty pastries.

Sandwich goods like meat and mayonnaise.

Cheeses, crackers, breads and dairies.

Endless fields of healthy veggies.

Distracted by their list of shopping,

They missed three spots and kept on looking.

A Month Of Blogging

A month ago I started a blogging; hesitantly writing something,

Anything that was worth noting; stories, theories and some rhyming.

The latter turned into a hobby,

That some, may say, is not too shabby.

Honored and humbled by each view I receive,

I’m thankful to all who’ve decided to read.

Nature

The wonders of nature are often neglected.

With all this technology, it’s surely expected.

Might I suggest, if you’re feeling depressed,

Take a walk, jog or hike through a forest.

Allow a few moments to savor the beauty,

That nature bestows but we choose not to see.

The wind and the trees sing when swayed by a breeze.

Fauna and flora, respected with ease.

Watch the leaves dance in their windy romances,

Allowing the sights to beguile your senses.

Meditation

The mind is grand but has some faults.

Like dwelling over poor results.

From moments filled with grim frustrations,

To awkward, angered altercations.

These moments are gone but still are within us,

Swaying our thoughts and predispositions.

Let those troubles slowly fade,

And fill your mind with calming waves,

To wash away those grim dismays.

They might be back another day,

But you’ll be ready either way.

Pain

I wanted to share a little more about myself. Mainly, I wanted to talk about a chronic condition I have. To the best of my knowledge, it’s pretty rare and unfortunately there is no cure or treatment for it. This condition is called a Dural Ectasia, a benign growth in my spine that presses against the largest nerve in my body. This, in turn, causes me chronic back pain that is quite considerable. So, since poetry has been a big help to me, I wanted to share my story in poem.

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For every morning of awaking,

There is a constant, painful aching.

Which causes me a short debating,

Of waking up at all that morning.

Then I realize I’m defeating,

My own health and well-being.

The pain is there and never ending,

And, therefore, it’s quite frustrating.

I’ve spent a year or so now, coping.

The realization rather daunting,

Of chronic pain that’s unrelenting,

Medications, only dulling.

Marijuana slightly masking,

Pain that’s sharp and unforgiving.

That’s enough, I’m done with moping!

My time is better spent enjoying,

Life and everything worth knowing,

Calling me to keep exploring.

Now self-pity is just boring.

So, I think, I’ll keep enduring.