Rendezvous with Death (Poem)

Death is a slip that makes us weep Yet a third of our lives are passed in sleep And the rest is spent chasing those things that cause to stir and agitate Tunnel vision beading in The works of futile hands Marveling in the craftsmanship that plunders every land Death to all the works of God As long as we get our fill

Set Me Free (Poem)

Hence I fall, Hence I die Hence these days keep passing by I look up at the sky and sigh I shake my head and wonder why? If you are there then why am I? Why am I here when you are there? Why shun my prayers? Why hide your face? Why does your gleaming spirit illuminate my grace?

My Vision Boards (Part 2)

Creativity has always been a passion of mine. Every time I go to rehab, my greatest inspiration to move forward comes from the random art projects we create. I always feel kind of awkward when I create projects in rehab because nobody gets into it like I do.

Aim for the River (Lyrics)

I aim for the river
Wail
Into the water
Sail
Into the distance
Lonely all alone
Living for the moment
Veil a memoria

Genesis (Poem)

Dedicated to my sister in recovery, Genesis…
The book of genesis is full of hard won battles
Successes and failures
Trials that persist until the end of times
The road to recovery is like the exodus to the land of milk and honey 
Only those who persist in doing what is right can make it to the promised land