Category: grief
Practice Session Song 1 Thoughts Create Web
I was having an awesome practice session and stumbled upon this beautiful song that came from some deep emotions I am working through.
Where Will I Be
Looking in the mirror I see You, Lord, Looking back at me, High, drunk, enraged, full of anxious fear, oh Lord, Where do I go, What do I say, Do I just let go, Or, do I stay, How can I go on, oh Lord? My life has gone by me, All this time lost,…
When I Look Into A Looking Glass
Introspective look at how my view point is changing for the positive.
Addiction
Dark desolated passage way through, Portal wide apart calling us forward, Running backwards, Horrified faces scream, Silence echoes in return, Caverned hell gapes ahead, Arms stretch outwards grasping for solid soul, Closer we creep, harder we fight, Life in helpless moment, Under the skin we feel those crawling insects of fear, Goosebumps surge as adrenaline…
Forever Recovery
Forever I am stuck, In this viscous cycle of recovery, Never ending my brain turns, Churning out the cycler thoughts, Which spin the paranoia, Out of thin air, Such circles spin and spin, As I sit stuck in this everlasting cycle, Recovering from each stressful moment, Each time feeling little further from the start, Slower…
Happy Veterans Day
I had my year breakfast burrito this morning and chatted with a few Vietnam Vets. They had interesting stories, one was in S4 the other a Navy man was off the coast. I remember my uncle today also a Vietnam man, a coreman on the JFK carrier he signed off on pilots going up in…
I Never Learned Who I Was Back Then…
TRIGGER WARNING: Self Harm, Racism, Drug Use, Violence, Bullying, Abuse, Neglect
>Forest of My Mind<
I feel as if I am in a bubble that holds my mind and spirit outwardly from my body. Looking within I see the emotions churn and broil. Roasting away under the heat aggression of anger and rage, the emotions slowly dry, crumbling to the dust of regret and wasted effort. Inward, searching the crevices’…
Sea Stories: A Surprise Visit
It was a random port off the coast of FL, I met my uncle with my leave chit in hand, a day of liberty for he and I to make up for lost years. We sat on his couch watching “The Mummy” enjoying pizza. I cherish that sea story.
