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Language Of The Depressed

Steve Rowe

The language of the depressed. You have to listen carefullyDon’t give an opinion unless askedSometimes they just want to be heardJust want their problems recognisedEmpathy is often interpreted as pitySupport is to be there and pay attentionTo help if asked forOr to ask if there’s anything you can do to helpUnrequested advice or help is seen as bullyingThe language is often codedThe problem is depersonalisedSpoke about in the the 3rd personOr approached obliquelyBecause they are embarrassedBy listening and paying attentionWatching the body languageFeeling the energyAllowing them to talkUntil they feel comfortableYou can be the greatest helpBe a good friendAnd help … Continue reading Language Of The Depressed

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My Poor Old Vehicle

Steve Rowe

My vehicle is 73 years oldThe paintwork is scarred beyond beliefThe joints are rusted, don’t work and creakThere are essential bits missingIt’s gone round the clock a few timesWouldn’t pass an MOTIn the past was driven way too hardGiven the wrong type of fuelThe driver has been a complete idiotBut it’s served wellYou have to love itSo many memoriesEvery bit of wear and tearTells a storyWould I trade it in for a new modelNot likelyWhen this one goesI’m giving up driving. Steve Rowe Continue reading My Poor Old Vehicle

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A Jewel Between My Eyes

Steve Rowe

It’s like my conscious sat back and watchedI didn’t even know it was thereDespite the the fact it’s my immortal selfMy desires made me hurt othersPhysically, mentally and emotionallyWhen I finally learned to be stillI identified what had always been thereLike a precious jewel between my eyesI found a place of refugeWhere we could observe my idiocyWhen I could objectively see myselfIt changed meWhen I realised that everything was oneIt changed meI stopped hurting others and myselfI discovered empathyStopped supporting hurting and killing by proxyStopped supporting warStopped eating animalsStopped indoctrinated tribalism and nationalismRealised that it’s not just what you doBut … Continue reading A Jewel Between My Eyes

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Ong Namo…

Steve Rowe

Ong Namo…Greeting universal consciousnessAs it fills the space in every cell in my bodyThe dark and cold of the cave behind meThe immovability of the rock surrounding meThe dawning light at the cave mouthThe steam from the awakening earth and plantsAs the morning warmth blends with the cold of nightThe earthy smell mixing with the heady perfume of awakening flowersThe profound silenceInterspersed with the calling of birdsThe trees stretching their branchesSo the leaves absorb the sunThe rough robe against my skinMorning hunger letting me know I’m aliveThe growl of ‘Ong’ from the lower abdomenVibrating the roof of my mouthOpening the … Continue reading Ong Namo…

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Armistice Day

Steve Rowe

Meditation On Remembrance…. It was putrid;The stench of footrot, blood, vomit and fear;Mud everywhere, everything was soaked right through;Men dragged into service and some foolishly volunteering. Whilst the politicians talked over whisky and cigars, we rotted and died;In agony and fear in trenches for countries that only existed as names;Boundaries set by greed, ambition and politics;We rotted, bled, cried, shook and died for them. Over the top;We scrambled, slid and run in fear towards other human beings;Screaming death and destruction waving our widow makers;To be mercilessly cut down by machine gun and rifle fire;By other humans wondering what the hell … Continue reading Armistice Day

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Life Is A Prison Cell

Steve Rowe

Life is a prisonStuck in this meat vehicleWe die into itSufferAnd are born out of it Like a prisonerWe have to learn how to serve our timeDon’t look forwardDon’t look backServe our timeDay by dayHour by hourBreath by breath Don’t expect anythingAccept what we haveAccept where we areDon’t suffer about our sufferingServe our sentencePay our duesUntil we’re released It sounds like it’s a bad viewBut it’s actually notIt’s truthSeek happiness and you’ll never find itBe miserable and you’ll suffer moreAccept the truth Don’t wantDon’t not wantAs your body rots around youBe happy that you’re nearing releaseSleep on the floorAnd you’ll … Continue reading Life Is A Prison Cell

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Loneliness…

Steve Rowe

You can be lonely in a crowdThat feeling that you’re differentThat nobody understands youIsolated from friends and familyWhen others tell you what you’re likeAnd they’ve got it wrongVery wrongAnd you can’t tell themThe suffering cuts your soulPain –PhysicalEmotionalMentalAnguish that tears through all 3 statesBeing human feels like prisonStuck in amongst aliensLooking at you like you’re a walking zooMisinterpreting what you sayHow you lookHow you actPeople look, judgeBut can’t see youCan’t understand youLoneliness is not just being on your ownIt’s being on your ownWhoever you’re withTrying to communicateThrough a filterThat obviously doesn’t workPeople say talk to someoneMy door’s always openThe kettle’s … Continue reading Loneliness…

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The Right Time To Go

Steve Rowe

When your dog is sufferingAnd has no quality of lifeYou put him out of his miseryYet we let relatives and ourselvesSuffer interminablyPlaces of healing become places of tortureHospitals and hospices leave people writhing in painDemented human bodies are left in fearWandering like the undeadTo placate their relatives, the law and outdated religionWe have the choiceBut not the methodWhen we don’t have the mind or bodyTo complete the actWe need a way to be out of our miseryGovernments kick the can down the roadThe young and healthy don’t want to think about itConvincing everyone it’s an act of cowardiceAnd not fair … Continue reading The Right Time To Go

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Immortality Calling

Steve Rowe

It starts in the middle of your chestThe heart chakraThe pull towards deathLike pulling you out of your chestToward something betterAll your friends, pets and familyThat have passed beforeCalling you overTo somewhere far betterStill and peacefulLife hurtsYour body hurtsLife literally has a stenchCluttered with thingsAnd distractionsTo take you away from realityLife is deathYou die into itWhen you’ve suffered enoughYou’re borne out of itThose consumed and addicted to lifeLike drug addictsAre subject to desire and aversionThe suffering is acceptedLike Stockholm syndromeIn the end they balance outWhen the sentence is servedThe meat vehicle rots awayThe mind and emotions fadeAnd the souls slips … Continue reading Immortality Calling

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They Don’t Exist!

Steve Rowe

It’s all an illusionFFSCountries invented by humansBorders invented by humansReligion invented by humans So why are they fightingAnd killing innocent peopleOver these illusionsI cry for the woundedThe crippledAnd dead All for the illusionsCountriesBordersReligionThey don’t exist!FFS IndoctrinationPeople that can’t seeCan’t take the dust from their eyesDistractionApathyStupidity It’s all an illusionFFS…… Continue reading They Don’t Exist!