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09-03-2013, 04:28 PM | #1 |
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I realized early on that i had a...knack with words. Particularly in poetic form. and although i have written many pieces, the credit goes to God, I, for some reason am the vehicle through which they take form. Rarely do I "work" on a poem, they all tend to be written in real time, meaning as long as it takes to read one, that's how long they take to write.
In the mid-eighties i was in the Navy. They had a zero tolerance policy, I did not. (ie; drugs). I often forget my first rehab was in 1985, NDRC, Miramar,CA. I did not pay attention, as I had no intention on qiuting weed. During my stay this happened...... Is addiction a constant need An empty void of endless greed A life long habit, unfulfilled A continuous struggle all up hill A pain inside like loneliness With just one cure for emptiness To always search and hunt that thing For the happiness it will bring Or could it be just one shot That will always turn your insides hot Does it lurk inside your mind Waiting for that special time Not constant use but now and then Never really knowing where or when A sneak attack when your guard is down Do you just say yes when it’s around Well think it out and let me know Cause I’m not sure which way to go Do I say yes and admit I’m caught Or refuse because I think I’m not In my mind, it has a different meaning now that I am a recoveredcrackhead. During my 2nd rehab (McPike ATC, Utica, NY) The followinf fell out of my head, with the exception of the last line, that appeared 2yrs later during rehab stay #3 (Sameplace, McPike) Come sit beside me my dear boy For the story I can tell Would chill the bones Of long dead men And scare the ones in hell For I have seen The hopelessness Of souls that have no peace And felt the grip Of deep despair From which there’s no release I’ve seen the hate In loved one’s eyes Like nightmares come to life And felt the blows Upon my heart Without the strength to fight To be alone On long dark nights And shiver as I cry Or hear the call from farther down And never question why But listen up for now I now What so few can admit That I myself Have become Completely powerless Took another 8yrs and rehab #4 for it to really sink in. Some lessons are harder to learn. |
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