A question
asked in a vision
by 'god' to a character
in a tv show, which entity
was intensely curious
why
the visionary
was emotionally
paused
in a moment of terrible loss
in the past
a pause for thought
if/when one is stuck in the past
in the pain
in the mistake or the lie
in someone else's opinion or perception
one does basically indeed 'live' there
and doesn't even know it
and can never move on
because one doesn't even know
one is living there
these are the moments to
examine, make peace with,
release
and move on
to live in the present
not the past
NaPoWriMo...and beyond... Prosey poetry and free verse. Unapologetically real recovery. My words, my life, my experience.
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Sunday, January 14, 2018
As earth is my witness
Buddhist sayings and teachings
so basic and so sensible
soothing and teaching
remembering the private beliefs
the innocent enlightenment of
childhood, so un-Christian yet
making so much sense to my
young mind
especially that of
reincarnation
those thoughts and perceptions
were repressed in the interest of
survival and 'fitting in'
but today, these return to me
I am ready and I am free
to explore and to be
who I am meant
so basic and so sensible
soothing and teaching
remembering the private beliefs
the innocent enlightenment of
childhood, so un-Christian yet
making so much sense to my
young mind
especially that of
reincarnation
those thoughts and perceptions
were repressed in the interest of
survival and 'fitting in'
but today, these return to me
I am ready and I am free
to explore and to be
who I am meant
Genuine...lies
Indubitable
bona fide
honest
actual
verifiable
considered
empathetic
factual
considerable
genuine
really?
hahahahahaha....
bona fide
honest
actual
verifiable
considered
empathetic
factual
considerable
genuine
really?
hahahahahaha....
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Bombast and bullshit
A gillie-wet-foot blunderbuss
of the abydocomist typeendlessly gnashgabbing
Member of the cult of non-virility
bedswerving bespawler
boblyning bobolyne
bedswerving bespawler
boblyning bobolyne
cumbergrounding dalcop
dew-beater klazomaniac
gobermunching fopdoodle
fustylugian FUSTILARIAN
dew-beater klazomaniac
gobermunching fopdoodle
fustylugian FUSTILARIAN
loiter-sack lubberwort
quisby raggabadash
rakefire saddle-goose
skelpie-limmer snoutband
tallow-catch wandought
all hat and no cattle
gentleman of four outs
rumbumptuous gollumpus
shabbaroon wrinkler
skamelar mandrake mymmerkin
mumblecrust, drate-poke clack-box?
Friday, January 12, 2018
Joy and laughter
I've said it before
and I'll say it again
but the freedom from bullshit
is intoxicating
Everything, I mean everything,
is like a spring day as
snow melts and the crocuses
poke their purple, gold, and white noses
out of the ground, seeking the sun
hope unfurling with their green foliage
the barely damp ground nourishing and uplifting
...you know the feeling of that spring day?
when the frozen cold hell of winter is finally broken
and light becomes more than dark?
so much joy in my head
now that the dark clouds are gone
the oppressive presences blown away
by the winds of divorce and
spiritual housecleaning
the world has a new and sparkling sheen
adoring and loving the vitality
rising in me and
the people I choose
more than I ever have
I can trust again
I can love again
I can dream again
I laugh and laugh
glad the tears are gone
the sadness lifted
every day I am high on me
blissed out on my recovery and
my single status
I need nothing and no one else
ready for the next adventure
which just happens to be...every day of my life
"Call it what you want" by Taylor Swift
and I'll say it again
but the freedom from bullshit
is intoxicating
Everything, I mean everything,
is like a spring day as
snow melts and the crocuses
poke their purple, gold, and white noses
out of the ground, seeking the sun
hope unfurling with their green foliage
the barely damp ground nourishing and uplifting
...you know the feeling of that spring day?
when the frozen cold hell of winter is finally broken
and light becomes more than dark?
so much joy in my head
now that the dark clouds are gone
the oppressive presences blown away
by the winds of divorce and
spiritual housecleaning
the world has a new and sparkling sheen
adoring and loving the vitality
rising in me and
the people I choose
more than I ever have
I can trust again
I can love again
I can dream again
I laugh and laugh
glad the tears are gone
the sadness lifted
every day I am high on me
blissed out on my recovery and
my single status
I need nothing and no one else
ready for the next adventure
which just happens to be...every day of my life
"Call it what you want" by Taylor Swift
Thursday, January 11, 2018
Did we fail her? No.
She's gone
saw her obituary today
from several weeks ago
remembering her sparkling eyes
delighted face
when we did her 5th step together
excited for the beginning of
her new life
but then
after treatment
half measures began
to her detriment
though we knew those half measures
would avail her nothing
still
we reached out, called, texted
encouraged
she walked away
she couldn't do recovery
so
she is gone
but
we
stayed
sober
saw her obituary today
from several weeks ago
remembering her sparkling eyes
delighted face
when we did her 5th step together
excited for the beginning of
her new life
but then
after treatment
half measures began
to her detriment
though we knew those half measures
would avail her nothing
still
we reached out, called, texted
encouraged
she walked away
she couldn't do recovery
so
she is gone
but
we
stayed
sober
Dancing in the pool
Walking
floating
musing
light touches and thoughts
pirouettes
singly and together
quiet, light conversation that
quickly becomes intense,
deep, meaningful,
semi-opaque
like
the water beneath us
gliding within
your arms
warm, sulfurish water curling
around our shoulders
swirling, twirling, talking
gazing into your eyes
sure
"I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack
floating
musing
light touches and thoughts
pirouettes
singly and together
quiet, light conversation that
quickly becomes intense,
deep, meaningful,
semi-opaque
like
the water beneath us
gliding within
your arms
warm, sulfurish water curling
around our shoulders
swirling, twirling, talking
gazing into your eyes
sure
"I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack
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