Words and Poetry
Relating to Emotional Trauma


(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1981 Special Rider Music

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There’s a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master’s hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down on the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
The onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the see
Sometimes, I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.




George Carlin photo







A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin




"If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are, then a pattern that others made may prevail in the world.
The pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star."

Margaret Wheatley  




“It may seem impossible to imagine that a technologically advanced society could choose, in essence, to destroy itself, but that is what we are now in the process of doing.”

Elizabeth Kolbert, (Field Notes from a Catastrophe).





“Between the songs of the wind
Thinking of nothing
Desiring nothing more
Than to make that next step.

I march...

Hope I am in the right direction...
But it does not matter
The earth is round. ”

J.F. Sousa-Poza, “GRASSHOPPER"





“The desert is a different world
We abandoned time ago
In the pursuit of vanity

Movement here is still
And everything has a beginning
And an end
But nothing ever changes. ”

J.F. Sousa-Poza, “STARBUKS"




“SAD NIGHT” (a Prayer to the Broken Child)

“Full of dark clouds,
Dark clouds
And ravens!
Sad night,
Sad night,
Sad, sad night –
And raining! ”

J.F. Sousa-Poza, “SAD NIGHT” (a prayer to the broken child)





Here I am, in the solitude of the vast trees
The gigantic Oregon Maple is so old...
Over a century!
So magnificent -like the reflection of your eyes
and so peaceful like your smile
Eyes that look at the center of the soul
and the vastness of the dessert






To my dear friends "Tiko" and "Bi-Bi"
(An imaginary Tale to the Imaginary Executioner of “Just Two Dogs”)

The “dogs,” were two “dogs,”
Noble and faithful

Compassion, they had aplenty
Fearless, their hearts were open.

Caresses, they gave lovingly
licking my hands, my face and feet
-in joy
-or consolation...

My love?
They never questioned!

J.F. Sousa-Poza, “TWO EASY PIECES ”

Dear M.,
"X. sent me the poem that Joaquin wrote. It was quite impacting. No words to explained how it grabbed me. Hope you all managing as best as you can in spite of the horror that has befallen you."





A Poem to my Sisters

From star to star,
chugging along the way,
I was singing and blowing the whistle
of a Blue-Painted train.
The Eternal Child, delivering his Father’s mail.

J.F. Sousa-Poza, “THE LITTLE HOBO ”





Dusk is falling.
I need to rest…
Do not deny it to me, my Lord!
I feel an infinite vacuum
in a vertigo of doubts
and my heart is smouldering
in incandescent of sadness.

J.F. Sousa-Poza, “VESPERS ”





Nubes se juntan en unisón desacuerdo
Contemplo vagas estrellas sarcásticas a lo lejos
El rio esta hinchado con las nieves del invierno
En mi corazón se abre una profunda herida.

Yo no merezco llegar a
Dios Porque traicione a mi hijo...!

J.F. Sousa-Poza, “TIEMPO DE DUELO”



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Thank you to the following people for their contributions.

Joaquin F. Sousa-Poza, M.D., D.(M.)Sc, F.R.C.P.(C)

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