When pool stands still and stagnant
Little thrives bar toxic stench
Life stifled in that moment
Apathy entrenched
And resistance festers silently
Motivation all abates
While hope that soon movement will come
With bated breath awaits
Yet over time if nothing happens
The clench of all that’s wrong
Suffocates with the grim reaper
Singing out his bidding song
And ruin wreaks a mockery
Runs naked through the air
As hope drips through the grates of death
Wrung out in sheer despair
I sit and watch parents
All doing their best
To bring up their children
So they don’t become pests
For they take them to this
And they take them to that
Take them swimming, to rugby
Let them swing cricket bat
They pay for their lessons
In music and more
Take them on holidays, to museums
To try and ensure
They have every opportunity
Are brought up to be
Availed of experiences
To furnish a, b and c
But midst all the doing
In the busy rushed mire
I spy little children
Who are exhausted and tired
But what I see too
Are kids who are not
Happy, relaxed
Contented with their lot!
And I spy through the mayhem
Kids who are bored
Who can’t be by themselves
Who are honestly floored
If they just aren’t kept busy
Aren’t “living the dream”
And I think to myself
Is this just what it seems
Is this right for these children
Is this really the best
Or is this the root of a problem
That’s yet not flown the nest
But is brooding for later
When all the chances are spent
And history sighs loudly
And condemns and resents
And looks back and wonders
What good did that do?
Was it really enjoyable?
Or do we now rue
The best for its badness
Options all burned out
As tomorrow’s adults are lost
And completely stressed out!
If your barometer’s set to stormy
And the outlook isn’t fair
Be mindful of the damage that’s
Occurring deep in there
As biochemicals do battle
With your heart and with your head
And take corrective action
Lest at worst you end up dead
For the toxic mix of irritants
Of stress, anxiety
The pressures of our daily lives
The mayhem that we see
Are biological poisons
That attack us on the go
So be mindful of these assassins
And relax and find your flow
There is a fog, a miasma of mind
Consuming the soul
Burdening the heart
With relentless might
That hails from confusion
A place; a world, an existence
That engulfs any who cross the threshold
A fog obscuring even obscurity
In plumes of despair,
In a nebula of persecution
Relentlessly hijacking truth
And holding hostage hope
In a soup of neural corruption
Where the light is stolen
And the swirls of night sweep
Cell by cell
Synapse by synapse
Into the abyss
Trapped, nay lost, in a living hell
From whence there seems no escape
His mind is froze
He cannot think
I think he might
Be on the brink
Or on the verge
He does not know
For this is stress
And it won’t go!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
To much pressure; too much distrust
Too much fear and anxiety
Too much stress in society
Too much judgement; too much hate
Too much emphasis on being first rate
Too much pushing; too much; too far
Too much weight put on A stars
Ashes to ashes; dust to dust
Too little; too late as the burnout combusts
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/comment/11656670/As-in-fear-misery-and-self-harm.html
If you feel a little worried
Anxious or plain upset
Remember that there are better things
To come your way just yet
And take the time to dream a bit
Consider where you’ll be
In times ahead without this stress
And pure anxiety
Take a walk or do some exercise
To pacify your mind
Breathing in deep to saturate
Yourself with air; unwind
And sleep a little more as well
Eat healthy snacks and meals
Spend time with friends who make you laugh
Do things that chill the deal
But over all these matters just
Be true to you each mile
Inspire yourself and turn your face
From worried to a smile
And step ahead with faith and trust
That you can be happy
Allowing good to flood right in
And wipe out your worry
Frustration Friday! Flipping heck!
It’s just one of those days
When all about are being daft
Or going through a phase
Of being really stupid and
Annoying to a tee
Forgetting this, not doing that
Just so annoyingly
And so I think I’ll jump into
The weekend ahead of time
Pretend it’s Saturday instead
Regain rhythm and rhyme
Chilling and putting up my feet
Away from all this stress
And have a three day holiday
To feel a lot more blessed!
I think the word is frazzled
The feeling of perplexed
Or over worked; even harassed
And possibly quite vexed
In a world of endless deadlines
With clocks that tick and chime
The countdown to the next one;
The running out of time
And pressure, stress and tension
To keep up with the rest
In life’s exhausting fast lane
And never-ending test!
Adrenaline junkie
Always on the go
Addicted to the rush
Of never saying no
Extending the risk
Pushing further and more
Shooting up on adrenaline
Exhilaration galore
For fear that some downtime
Will limit the stress
Where in essence the fact is
That more should be less!
Ginz&Tonic 