Deny Me

Deny me myself, and I’ll fight back in one. Show me my health, and I’ll tell you you’ve won. … Deny me my rage, and I’ll fight back in two. Turn over the page, and I’ll show you what’s true. … Deny me my joy, and I’ll fight back in threes. Give up your toys, and you’ll be…

Edge

You’ve seen me fall, now watch me rise. It’s either one step in or one step out. It’s living on an edge of sincerity or lies. … I fall in the game expected to play. It’s either one step in or one step out. It’s living on an edge of falling short or making your…

The King & His Poet

Originally posted on ON THE ROCKS :
I let him disfigure and dismantle me in disguise. I let him enter my mind and tear me apart with his eyes. There’s no turning back when someone digs hard. His voice rings in my ears as he shuffles the cards. We all love that sound of the King and…

Diggin’ It

Now that I have spent 8 months in recovery for alcoholism and my last bout with mania, I feel it’s necessary to dig a little deeper. Yes, I have messed up along the way on the alcohol front, but progress is progress and I have come a long way from where I was, so I…

Surrender

Barefoot and determined, I marched on as one. The angels that formed were all but lonely in their shadows that appeared with the sun. The moon was out and mars waved hello. I glanced up to wave back as the tide turned and moved into its glow. I wrote his name in the sand, for in…

Toxic

She said goodbye to those rock and roll stars, those that inflicted the deepest scars. She invited in the twists and the turns of the brains that burn. The ones that show and the ones that know. The carriers of curiosity and the bearers of generosity. In through the mind bends of their frayed ends, The reaped insight…

Crickets

Ya know what I noticed? Ya don’t get much sympathy for being a mental patient or a recovering alcoholic. Ya know what I hear most times when I openly talk about it? Crickets. The only people that truly understand are the ones that have been there with ya in some capacity. I just feel that most…

That World

My heart belongs in that world. Where the tide turns and churns. Where the fires burn, Blue. My heart belongs in that world. Where the ground shakes and breaks. Where the landslide takes, everything. My heart belongs in that world. Where the winds howl and growl. Where the leaves plough, through. \

Wreckage

I don’t really care for those that haven’t wrecked their own ships once in a blue moon. Wreckage speaks of courage, speaks of REALITY and life fully lived. It’s about courage to swim away from shore in hopes of something better someday, to go for something you want and to take risks. It’s about change. I admire those…

Wealth

Oh, A-Friggin’-Men! I have so much to write about on this subject. I will get to it today. In the meantime, how do you personally measure wealth?

Passion Pit

When I set my mind to something that I am passionate about, it usually comes to pass in time. And that includes epic failures. Really good at those!  But there is a flip side to everything. In the little pit of failures, I have found some of my wildest dreams, the most fascinating people and the…