Welp… I did it. I went to rehab. Now I’m living in sober housing in Spanish Harlem. I’ll write more about it one of these days. I been been attending a lot of groups so I don’t have much time.
What it is (Poem)
February 4, 2021 by Leave a Comment
Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Amelia… If it is what it is
It can’t be what it was
Cuz if it is what it was
Then what was is all there is
And if what was is all there is
Then there can never be anything else
Jeanie’s Bottle (Poem)
January 27, 2021 by Leave a Comment
Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Jeanette… It was cool at first
A place I could go to relax Refuge from those hectic days
Escape from all my plans
Stranger than Fiction (poem)
January 26, 2021 by Leave a Comment
Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Naomi… I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried
The things I go through just to get high I have a disease that tells me I’m okay
I don’t need help
I’m the boss of me
Strengths of Peer Support
November 27, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Peer support is more than just a profession, it is a revolution that has only just begun. The movement was driven by consumers of mental health services since its infancy and continues to advance through widespread support from service users, advocates, families, and communities. Peer support workers are powerful role models, mentors and advocates who inspire hope in those with whom they work, while fighting the good fight against the deficit-based medical paradigm.
A Vote for The People
November 2, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Hordes of sheeple decked out in red, white and blue. Lined up in rows, waiting to cast their votes to allegedly decide who will dominate the airwaves for the next four years. A pointless tradition, I dare to say. But who am I to say anything? I’m just another incompetent cog in a system that cannot function without a skilled mechanic tinkering with every nut and bolt, or so they say.
eL LiZARD (Poem)
October 22, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Look how you talk to me
See what you do
‘They know not’ is not an option
I see better days without the sight of you
“You did this, You did that”
Is all I get from day to day
Everything is an argument
The contradictions blow my riddled mind away
Sometimes I sit and ponder on my ponderer’s thinking fist
Why can’t you see my Wonderbare?
My heavyheartedness?
Seeing in Fours (Poem)
May 20, 2019 by Leave a Comment
My advice for active alcoholics is…
If you’re seeing in ones
You’re good
If you’re seeing in twos
You’re a little bit tipsy
If you’re seeing in threes
You might do something you will regret
If you’re seeing in fours
GOD BLESS
I am leaving Twatter for Reddit
May 20, 2019 by Leave a Comment
I’ve said it a million times, but this time I am serious; I am leaving Twatter. I suffer from mental health issues that are increasingly perpetrated by stupid people. Every day as I go about my routine activities, I am bombarded by sexual harassment, drug solicitation, depraved behavior, and the incessant political ramblings of laypeople who have no clue what they are talking about. Then I go on Twatter and my mind is traumatized by ignorance.
Problems in My Head (Poem)
May 18, 2019 by Leave a Comment
I got problems in my head
Sometimes I say the things I wish I didn’t said
Sometimes I do the things that really make so sense
Sometimes I lay around all day and fart in the bed
I got lizardz in my mind
I can feel them taking over from time to time
Sometimes it feels like my body isn’t mine
At times I feel I got no choice but to die
I got venom in my veins
Bloodfire that shoots before it aims
