Life a Faecal Feast with a Hint of Chocolate!: (A Life Journey)

By Adam J. SMIGIELSKI

This book reflects the personal feelings, thoughts and experiences of the author. It covers a broad spectrum of lifes facets such as health, relationships, money, the environment, leisure activities and mans hormonally driven operating systems underpinned by the foibles of hate, fear and greed. The poems in this compilation are divided into six chapters, which include: Life what is it all about; Lifes effects on me, and; Some fun with a twist of truth. The poems herein are a personal interpretation on a range of topics that play a part in the lives of every person on this planet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jan 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479770618

Adam J. SMIGIELSKI

Adam Smigielski is a person who attempted suicide in 2000 in response to some traumatic events in his life. After spending two months in hospital he started to slowly reconstruct his life. This life changing event resulted in Adam adopting poetry as a therapeutic tool to express his feelings and experiences in verse. So now whenever an event, someone’s comment or a personal thought perturbs his daily routine he ensures that he finds some time to express this in poetry. Now after 12 years of writing poetry he feels compelled to share this personal life journey in verse as he hopes that this may provide others with a more balanced journey through life.

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Contents

Chapter 1      Life–what is it all about?

Money, Money, Money

Money Obsession

The World’s Omnipresent Caste System

The Fickleness Of Old Age

Health

Fitness

Life’s Fishing Exhibition

Playing The Game

Facts Of Life

It Is Not What You Know!

Bloody Wars And Bloody Rulers

Not Much Is Good About Life, But This Is!

Responsibility

One Way Street

Mankind’s Everlasting Craving

Gardening

Life Is Art

Weather

To Be Able To Fly

What Does It Matter?

You Cannot Run Far Enough

Hope

An Anagram Poem On Life

A Great Homonym Life Story That Does Grate!

Without Fear There Can Be No Faith

Religions Are Merely Theories, Abused By The Worthless

Religions

History: An Agreed Upon Fable!

Hate And Fear

Everything Is On Its Way To Somewhere!

Tomorrow Is Promise To No One

Frightened By Our Dreams

Use It Or Lose It!

Fame

The Most Pitiful Man On Earth, George W. Bush Jnr.

Pitiful People And Might

Global Warming And Mankind’s Stupidity

The Essence Of Mankind

Man’s Destruction Of The Earth

Indoctrination

Gambling

The Human Race Is Screwing Itself Into Oblivion!

Research, What For?

How Pitiful Are Life And The Human Race

Today’s Meaning Of Marriage

Avoiding Change

Unfortunately, Only Human!

No Reply And No Comply!

Difference-Hatred-Indifference

Gossip

Me, Me, Me, Me!

Misplaced Words

Manners

Human Recalcitrance

The Bad Stuff Is Easier To Believe

This Rotting Sore Called Democracy

Economic Terrorism

Do Not Look Back

Christmas 2010 In Queensland

Stress

Food, Comfort And Obesity

Pain

The True Missing Meaning Of Christmas

Chapter 2      Life’s Effects On Me

Frontal Lobotomy

   Y   

Where Would I Be Without Music

I Have A Dream

A Little Hope For Me

This Is Where I Live

Adam, Women And Life

Living With My Brain Is Hell On Earth

Why Am I Here?

Life A Crock Of Shit

Aloneness Versus Togetherness

To Stay Or To Flee That Is The Question?

My Ultimate Torment

Brain Versus Heart

What To Do?

Attempted Suicide Is Worse Than Leprosy

I Have Travelled So Far And Fought So Much

Words

Why Am I The Way I Am?

Enigma

My façade

My Son Samuel Is Sixteen

So Tired

An Average Sunday In My Life

I Wish To Permanently Cease

My Perpetual Yearning

Regressing

A Little Ditty About Adam

Used And Abused

Three Years Of Solitude

Overcommitting Myself

This Is How I Live!

Angry

Middle Of A Storm

Will We Or Won’t We?

We Will!

Stop Living In The Past!

The Best Possible Banquet!

My Emotions And Responses Are Safe With Leonie

My Ultimate Flatterer

The Adam And Leonie Compatibility Analysis

Happy New Year Adam!

Words Of Praise For Leonie

One Year And Counting

After 383 Days In Partnership We Have Shacked Up

Our Foxtrot At The Moulin Rouge

A Little Fun Between Us Both

Yet Again, In This Pitiful Life, I Have Been Screwed!

I Will!

What The Hell Am I Doing?

Riding My Bike

I Did It My Way!

Leonie Is Going Under The Knife

Fifty

No Pain, No Gain!

Life’s Must!

Boredom!

Chapter 3      People I Have Known

Ode To Margaret

For Marilyn And Sue

To The Pleasant Donna

Ode To Felicity

Reflections On Uncle Ray

Orders From Boss Mal

Two People Named Ernie And Tash

A Hard Worker Named Emma

To A Happy And Nice Person Called Cheryl

My Family Away From Home

For Betty

Ode To Leonie

Our Pitiful Boss Is Leaving

Another New Boss At Wide Bay Volunteers

Lyla You Are A Hundred Years Old!

My Parents Have Been Married For Sixty Years!

Dorothy, A Real Stayer!

Tribute To Barbara

Joan Is Leaving

Dorothy Glad We Met!

Memories Of Phil

The Incomparable Dave!

The Trouble That Is Tim!

Chapter 4      Careers I Have Had And Places I Have Worked

Proud To Be A Microbiologist

To Teach Or Not To Teach

Life As A Paramedic

Life Of A Salesman

The Benefits Of Volunteering

Trainer For The Unemployed

Wide Bay Volunteers Turns Seven Years Old

Life As A Storeman And Quality Assurance Officer

Aged Care, A Necessary Duty

Auditor

I Am A Volunteer At Gracie Dixon Respite Centre

Chapter 5      Holidays I Have Had

The Inca Trail And The End Of My Body Image Arrogance

A Most Wondrous Holiday To Egypt And Jordan

The Holiday From Hell With Fantastic Views And Experiences

Our Trip To Paris And Enschede

Adam And Leonie In Prague And Vienna

Our Milford Track And New Zealand Adventure

Adam And Leonie’s 2012 Roman And Italian Sojourn

Chapter 6      Some Fun With A Twist Of Truth

The Things We Do!

People As Ducks And Traffic Fodder

To Satisfy Our Hormones

Can You Solve This Riddle?

Death Is A Wonderful Thing!

Food

When Relationships Falter!

Many Motorists Are No Better Than Tykes

What Some Fillies Get Up To

Nothing But Thugs And Thuggery!

When A Casanova Runs Out Of Luck

Background

Thanks go to all those people on this planet that constantly provide strife for the rest of us, thus providing me with a good deal of thoughts upon which many of these poems are based. However, would all those people please STOP IT NOW and as the old saying goes do onto others as you would have others do onto you.

Also thanks to those people that have provided a great deal of emotional distress over the years for me personally. Without these pains these poems would never have eventuated. This distress led to a nearly successful suicide attempt. Anyway my survival, much to the amazement of many has allowed me to reconstruct my life and to make use of some of my feelings in a positive way! Although I must admit often times I wish I was no longer on this mortal plain, which I am sure is clearly evident from some of the poems in this compilation. Although the writing of this poetry has been beneficial, as I hope that somewhere sometime someone as sensitive as myself may benefit from my thoughts and experiences and choose a better more serene path through life. While perhaps some others may finally see the errors of their ways and become more humane people.

Also since surviving my suicide attempt I found out very quickly that people started treating me like a different person and generally cut me off (see the poem Attempted Suicide is Worse than Leprosy). Thus, to most new people I have met I have generally given a sanitised version of my life and the poems herein reveal all. Thus to those people for whom I have contorted the truth I apologise, however, hopefully you will understand. Anyway without having to read every word in this compilation the truth is as follows. My second wife indicated to me on October 6, 2000 that she was leaving me. I found out, while searching our computer internet files that it was for an Internet affair she had been having with someone in the U.S.A. with deeper pockets than me. Also on October 7, 2000 I did not have a climbing accident where I fell 37 metres, I however leapt this distance down the near vertical wall of Hinze Dam (on the Hinterland of the Gold Coast in Queensland) onto a concrete slab.

Every poem in this compilation has a short commentary regarding the thought(s) that led to the writing of these poems and some of my personal feelings. These thoughts were in most cases written down on the day that the individual poems were written, and where not I am sure it is easy to discern the difference.

Chapter 1

Life–what is it all about?

Money, Money, Money

If you have lots and lots, life appears to be a lark,

but without this, things can seem extremely dark.

Ah, to be a herbivore just grazing in the local park,

knowing that it is an easy feed without any bark.

There are those amongst us who for it will kill,

yet others for it will sleep around to pay a bill.

For many to get extra is always a terrific thrill,

but people forget that it is not a lifesaving pill.

Those who have lots are always able to abuse,

and it is always those without who blow a fuse.

For allowing this the good Lord has no excuse,

but we should all realise that this is ancient news.

Alas, money only stimulates the worst emotions,

and for sanity and peace it is but a worthless lotion.

Since it can only be described as a hellish potion,

as it gives people who want more, demonic notions.

The initial thought of writing this poem came to me while riding my pushbike to Surfers Paradise on the 3rd March, which I did at least once most weekends while I lived on the Gold Coast, especially after my suicide attempts in October and November 2000.

Money is also a subject that has had a major impact in my life, mainly due to several people. My mother, with six children, showed me that it is possible to make a dollar stretch a long way, while my two ex-wives demonstrated to me how easy it is to spent money earned by Adam to excess and thus increase his stress levels.

However, the whole issue of money is a major one that makes me wish not to live on a daily basis. The whole World revolves around the central idea that money is power and control, and that those without deserve to be killed in meaningless petty wars. Money is also used deviously in the control of media as, of course, people believe that, which they hear again and again, regardless of the fact that it is utter and complete fantasy on behalf of politicians and the filthy rich. Thus, humanity has been cast aside, with economic rationalism taking its place.

Written 03/03/2002 (stanzas 2 and 4 written 26/12/2004)

Money Obsession

If we can get more of this we will be happy to lead any procession.

This is based on our hormonal need for stability and possession,

hence as an animal species money is our greatest obsession.

But when we experience a period known as a recession,

people will go visit their psychiatrist with depression.

So from this madness I seek permanent secession,

as I abhor life and its daily greed filled session.

The thought for this poem came about with people at work discussing a number of get rich schemes and my thoughts reverted to the regularly visited topic of money and its completely anti-humane impact on people as they are happy to get more, regardless of whose toes they may tread on.

Written 11/02/2011

The World’s Omnipresent Caste System

The absolute worst caste system ever, unfortunately exists today.

From an Indian system, based on a holy cow, it is a long way

but, it is a product of today’s religion, Gross Domestic Product.

I am talking about money and its unfortunate instilled conduct.

When you have lots you automatically have power and control.

With little or none life can only be described as being very droll.

It is extremely easy to get a job on the basis of one’s fortune,

but with a deficiency you have to lie and sing the wrong tune.

Money is all that matters when you happen to be indicted,

since, with none the most serious sentences will be applied.

Whereas with lots, a team of lawyers will easily get you off,

because money, thrown at the legal system, will simply scoff.

We live in a useless democracy that can only be described as a farce,

because when you have lots of money everybody has to kiss your arse.

So I can only continue to think and say to all give me death anytime,

as my observations tell me that life for most, is no good all of the time.

Listening to the news and hearing about yet another bloody conflict somewhere and those with the ability to stop it doing nothing (or well may be one day after weeks and months of meetings and politicising others’ faults). Unless people who are dying are linked to money and power nothing gets done in any suitable timeframe, ever (just look at the statistics—especially those from Africa)!

Written 22/02/2004

The Fickleness Of Old Age

When a person grows old they have little say in whether they age gracefully,

or whether the brain and the body systems decide on a path of disgracefully.

Of course some people abuse their bodies with alcohol and other bad habits.

This can at times have a major impact and effect things more than just a bit.

For some into their nineties their bodies and brains continue to work well.

These fortunate few lead normal lives and can still manage their story to tell.

They may not move so well, however, they have accepted their limitations,

and are satisfied with all of their lives many adventures and varied creations.

While others find that the brain is willing but their bodies are sadly lacking.

All desires cause frustration and the brain wants to give the body a whacking.

Also other people now need to help with many needs including continence,

which makes one feel that this is for whatever reasons in one’s past penitence.

Yet others have very functional and sturdy bodies that will do almost anything.

Unfortunately, their brains have become silent and refuse to do almost nothing.

Thus, these people now have lives that have become to families a real shame,

as they are no longer able of participating in life’s everyday interactive game.

And the remainder are individuals whose bodies and brains no longer function.

This to most when looking at how life should finish is a dreadful contradiction.

Seeing this makes one hope for a healthy life to a modest but not extreme age,

and then suddenly a quick sharp cardiac arrest to end one’s stay on life’s stage.

Thus life is about how you treat your body and also a question of your genes.

Although one must ensure to have a fun life whilst also eating all your greens.

Also ensure that a living will is in place so medicines do not keep one alive,

whilst nursing homes get richer and families of their inheritance they deprive.

Having worked for several months now in a high care nursing home I observed the variations in how people have aged. Also the fact that many people who suffer in various ways are kept alive through the use of large cocktails of drugs, which of course keep nursing home administrators and drug companies very happy. So while helping my partner shop for a shower chair for her mother on the 3rd November I had a thought about a poem about the vagaries of old age, which I penned over the following two days.

Written 04-05/11/2008

Health

All of us want to live to be at least one hundred years old,

but most of us will by this time be a very long time cold.

As hormone driven animals most of us want to never die,

but as people say there is more chance of pigs that can fly.

Health is an aspect of life that can mostly not be foretold,

and when illness arrives on the scene people want this sold.

And buying good health is something that many people try,

whether it be new diets, drugs or body parts like a new eye.

Health reflects our genes and how we treat our given mould,

and on these issues most refuse to accept what they are told.

So they continue to abuse their bodies and to themselves lie,

and they do not understand why their bodies constantly cry.

Relatives want their loved ones to remain and them to hold,

unfortunately this means that the sick have to be very bold.

People prefer to suffer long term and about this are not shy,

even though deep down their pains are something they decry.

Pharmaceutical companies love this as it means more gold,

and the planet hates this as it means untold souls to behold.

So accept how we are made and die when our time is nigh.

After all life is the way it is and we should not ask it, why?

Some have very good genes, exercise and good diets uphold.

We should accept this and those people we should not scold.

So do your very best and understand that things will go awry,

just enjoy your brief life stay and when time, happily say bye.

The idea for this poem arose while I was watching the movie Bucket List with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. It is a movie that touches on the area of life that we all want, that is to be healthy. This poem reemphasises the poems I wrote on ageing while working as an aged care worker. I wrote this poem one week after my initial thought when I finally got some spare time.

Written 28-29/06/2009

Fitness

To be healthy and to invest in your fitness is something that gives your life a lift,

therefore it is amazing that many do not take the opportunity to invest in this gift.

After all life with all of its difficulties has a tendency to inflict between people rifts.

So why not invest in something that does provide a security from running adrift.

When you are fit and devoid of excess weight daily activities become a breeze,

and from this the reality appears that from life every drop you can now squeeze.

But if you are the opposite there is a chance that you walk around with a wheeze,

while hating pleasant warm afternoons and just hoping for the next big freeze.

I understand that for many people eating and inactivity is a form of relaxation,

but they do not comprehend the fact that this imposes a severe form of taxation.

Observing this modern societal trend provides me with a great deal of vexation,

after all this will only result in you providing death with premature annexation.

So to all I say that life is a pain in the rear that can be improved by being fit.

Thus be smart and from life remove excess and ensure your flame remains lit,

and do not forget that even though you are fit for this you do not need a permit.

So seek fitness and it will assist you in deleting from life that laziness culprit.

I got this thought while wandering around a shopping centre where there were a considerable number of unfit and obese people from all age groups who struggled just to get around the hallways. At that point I thought back to a couple of times when my fitness wasn’t the best and I came to the realisation that life is just so much better when you can do things with ease and thus reduce the massive amounts of stress inherent in our modern lives. Since then I have made a point of remaining reasonably slender and perform an adequate amount of exercise to