Glasser’s Basic Weeds

I know you want a hopeful spin,
On Glasser’s basic needs,
The problem is my life,
Is overgrown with toxic weeds,
I cannot even contemplate,
What freedom must be like,
My heart has nothing left to give,
My soul is one big spike.

I cannot think of hope or love,
The water is too deep,
And figuring where I belong,
Disrupts my weary sleep,
My life’s about survival,
Nothing more and nothing less,
I’d love to find a knight,
But I was never good at chess.

And fun is a distraction,
But it doesn’t change a thing,
No matter how much progress,
I’m still stuck inside the ring,
Absorbing brutal punches,
From a life that hits me blind,
I’d love to have some peace,
But it is just too hard to find.

So if you want a hopeful spin,
On Glasser’s basic needs,
We have a lot of work to do,
On pulling out those weeds,
My heart is locked in turmoil,
Every day I start to slip,
Before we dance in marigolds,
Let’s loosen mother’s grip.

© The Complicated Bunny – 19 Jun 2022

This poem is the sixth in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.

Fun

I do not think of life as fun,
I’m sure I’m not the only one,
There’s fleeting joy but nothing more,
To even the unbalanced score.

Where others play and laugh and love,
I’m hit with torment from above,
Sometimes it feels like life’s a pun,
I’m glad I have the sense to run.

But running doesn’t always work,
When cornered by some shallow jerk,
I do my best to struggle free,
Through rhyming verse and poetry.

And though they may be hard to hold,
There’s moments laughter turn to gold,
And bring about a sense of peace,
From crazy that does rarely cease.

To have the freedom to be me,
Would bring me great tranquility,
To be a happy child at play,
Would surely soothe my heart’s dismay.

I guess I have my fill of fun,
Though different from most everyone,
Distraction from this wretched life,
Will keep the madness free from strife.

© The Complicated Bunny – 11 Jun 2022

This poem is the fifth in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.

Freedom

Freedom what a slippery slope,
It’s meaning coiled around a rope,
Which hangs adrift just out of reach,
And casts a shadow on my speech,
For all my dreams are whispers too,
Which slowly drag an awkward view,
Where windows offer no respite,
From dangers lurking in the night.

And though I fight to take a breath,
I wonder what becomes my death,
Will I be free to live my best,
Will reaper’s grim belay my quest,
And if my freedom grants me peace,
Will all the torment finally cease,
Or will I spend my final days,
Forever lost in toxic haze.

Now freedom is a basic need,
But one I’ve never felt succeed,
For life for me is bound by chains,
Where narcissists have laid remains,
That kept me locked in games I loathed,
A blackened sheep just barely clothed,
Reminded everywhere I turned,
That freedom’s cost is often spurned.

Yes freedom is a slippery slope,
I wish I could grab tight that rope,
And hoist myself towards a life,
Not burdened by despair or strife,
But wishes are the dreams of fools,
And I am trapped by bitter rules,
So I must wait for destiny,
To grab my wrist and pull me free.

© The Complicated Bunny – 10 Jun 2022

This poem is the fourth in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.

Power

I cannot fathom reasons why,
A bully screams till people cry,
Is power over others might,
Or is it simply fear and spite,
A weakness in their D.N.A.,
That shoulders darkness and decay,
Where bigotry is raised and fed,
And torment lies beneath their stead.

I can embrace a self belief,
A power to extinguish grief,
In those that struggle to be free,
To build them up empowers me,
For I prefer to right the wrongs,
And sing the most inspiring songs,
For power over self alludes,
To happiness a heart exudes.

I cannot fathom narcissists,
Who walk the earth with battered fists,
Just begging to engage a fight,
To feed their ego’s shameful blight,
That brings about destructive force,
You’ll never see them feel remorse,
A martyr for their shallow quest,
A calloused soul that spews unrest.

I can embrace a reckoning,
In spite of narcissists I bring,
A power that is used for growth,
For kindness is my solemn oath,
An altruistic basic need,
That plugs my spirit when I bleed,
I struggle true but I’m not done,
Until my freedom has been won.

I cannot fathom hurtful creed,
That preys upon the wounds that bleed,
And makes a fascist puff their chest,
For all the damage they behest,
It is a sickness for all time,
When power fuels such hateful crime,
A scourge for all humanity,
A pestilence they cannot see.

I can embrace a need for hope,
To climb from darkness on this rope,
Which dangles for the greater good,
Endorsing mercy as it should,
For power doesn’t just corrupt,
If used for peace it can erupt,
And bring about much needed change,
Destroying rhetoric’s derange.

And so I wield my power strong,
To right the lies that did us wrong,
To build us up, not tear us down,
So we can beat that sullen frown,
And ride our inspiration true,
For every day we start anew,
Is one more chance for joy we chase,
Will make this world a better place.

© The Complicated Bunny – 09 Jun 2022

This poem is the third in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.

Love & Belonging

Love is such a painful blast,
Of icy winds that freeze the past,
Yet still I yearn to feel complete,
But love has only brought deceit,
And though I crave to just belong,
My fear is paved with sullen song,
That drowns me in sea of doubt,
My heart wants in, my head wants out.

Love is such a fiery flame,
That burns through life as wanton shame,
Forever marked by lurid scars,
Where time negates those wistful stars,
That shoot into my torrid soul,
Reminders from a time once whole,
But buried deep where right meets wrong,
I still have yearnings to belong.

Love is such a hateful ploy,
That pulls our strings as if to toy,
With everything we are and more,
A bitter dance to crush the score,
But I have lost before I start,
My thoughts and feelings far apart,
From what the world expects of me,
There is no love to set me free.

And should I choose to sample need,
To love and have that love succeed,
With entry in a group that shows,
A kindness only friendship knows,
But could I lay my weary hat,
On heads where empathy is at,
I fear the misanthrope has won,
The damage cannot be undone.

So love may be a basic need,
But it behests my heart to bleed,
From wounds that fate cannot deny,
My chances to belong went dry,
Condemning any need to share,
My life with people anywhere,
I am alone but I am fine.
Relationships are stolen time.

© The Complicated Bunny – 08 Jun 2022

This poem is the second in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.

Survival

Survival of the fittest,
Seems to have a fatal flaw,
If those who guard the fodder,
Leave the underlings to gnaw,
Until the store is compromised,
And holes reveal the blues,
Survival is the property,
Of those with naught to lose.

Survival comes in many forms,
A need to stay alive,
For starving ain’t an option,
When you wish to grow and thrive,
But some are left to wonder,
When their choices are bereft,
Sometimes the strawberry ice cream,
Is the only thing that’s left.

Survival may be physical,
But mental illness knows,
The fight to stave insanity,
Can keep you on your toes,
If minds are left to perish,
Then our bodies follow suit,
So feed the brain with wisdom,
To avoid the madness chute.

Survival is a basic need,
But basic it is not,
When food that ripened on the vine,
Was left to age and rot,
Because it didn’t meet the needs,
For supermarket troves,
There is enough to feed the world,
Yet people starve in droves.

Survival is a weapon,
It is used in peace and war,
Guerrillas fed to fight for land,
That’s governed by the poor,
The quickest way to conquer,
Is to starve the righteous seed,
Come fight for us and you will eat,
Resist us and you’ll bleed.

Survival of the fittest,
But the fittest often die,
I was considered weak,
But I no longer live their lie,
I may still struggle daily,
But my mind and body thrive,
Survival ain’t no luxury,
It’s how I stay alive.

© The Complicated Bunny – 08 Jun 2022

This poem is the first in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.