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
Seeing in Fours (Poem)
May 20, 2019 by Leave a Comment
Rolling Stone (Poem)
May 17, 2019 by Leave a Comment
I spent so much time
Trying not to think
I forgot how to think
Doing stupid shit
Saying stupid things
Stuck in my roll
If I’m a rolling stone
I’m a hafta stop
At some point in time
Nothing is forever
When you ain’t so clever
Burning it down
Rebirth (Poem)
May 16, 2019 by Leave a Comment
I died last night
My heart stopped beating as I sank into the void
No light
No darkness
No angels or demons
Just an all-consuming silence that tethered my soul to nothingness
As my soul drifted waywardly
Searching for a new life
I glanced back at my hollow shell
My whole life flashed before my eyes
And for just one perfect moment
I saw the beauty in all my pain
The ups and downs
Step One: Unmanageability (Twelve Steps)
August 2, 2018 by Leave a Comment
‘And my life has become unmanageable…’ This is clearly an understatement for the life that I have led since birth. I’ve been a loner, a pessimist, an antagonist, a miserable wretch. I’ve been a liar, a cheater, a wallower in my own self-made dispair. I’ve been a walking, talking, babbling brook of disaster.
Step One: Powerlessness (Twelve Steps)
June 21, 2018 by 3 Comments
Addiction is the cold war pulling at our heartstrings; each an isolation of its own and all unwilling to reach out in communion with the rest. It’s a cold war that leaves us seething with resentment and anger over the people, places, and things we have no control over.
Enslaved by social norms, jonesing for distraction, obsessed with feel-good moments, fixated on the notion that the whole world revolves around whatever prison we have created for ourselves.
Step One: Despair and Isolation
May 25, 2018 by Leave a Comment
Despair and isolation is the sum of most of my life. I can’t remember a time when I felt connected to this nonsensical world around me. The ‘people’ in it continuously leave me in a staggering daze, endlessly pondering how humanity has come this far with such astounding stupidity weighing on the scale of triumph.
Growing up, I was an extremely angry loner. I was mean to all my short-lived friends and I was royally pissed at the world. I saw absolutely no hope in the future, and I didn’t give a flying rat’s ass what anybody thought of me.
Lost in Space (Poem)
May 16, 2018 by 1 Comment
How can someone who burns so hot be so cold?
How can something that feels so right be so wrong?
It’s like I’m lost in space and I can’t go home
The further I drift
The hotter I burn
The colder it gets
The more I yearn
For something less painful than the stake in my back
I can’t relax
I can’t look at myself
This can’t go on
I’m still trying to make sense of it
I can’t make amends to it
The Stairway to Serenity (Poem) #WritePhoto
May 12, 2018 by 2 Comments
The pathway of destruction is wide
And many are in route
The end looks like the beginning
And the beginning…
A cloud of soot
But the stairway to serenity is more than meets the eye
It spirals up instead of down
And lifts you far up off the ground
The first step is wide as wide can be
A simple task to catch a grip
Drag Me to The Pit (Poem)
May 12, 2018 by Leave a Comment
Here comes the dragon
I know he’s kreeping round the way
I could smell that bird coming out the pit from miles away
I act like I don’t see him as I go about my biz
Check him in the mirror like I’m locked up in a prison
These walls, these walls
They’re all around
A dungeon in my mind
His shadow kreeps like candlelight
A traitor to my eye
He’s there but he’s not with me
He’s coming for the kill
I Will Fight (Journal Entry)
March 24, 2018 by Leave a Comment
It’s so weird to be alive. I wake up, eat, shower, get dressed, check up on the happenings of this strange world, run errands, eat, sleep, dream and wake up. The days meld together. Weeks turn into months. As I drift into the future the past seems more like a dream.
I try to make sense of it all, try to live each day unto itself. I try to dig a little deeper, try to better myself. I try to strengthen my spirit and lend a helping hand. Be a friend to my neighbor, and be grateful for what I have.
