#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Dang. It's Monday again. Winter is here. Showed up like a relative you only half like, and it's gonna stick around for the next six months. Guess what? This game isn't supposed to get easier. So, with that said, what's the plan for this week? What strategies do you have ready to put in … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 10.23.23
#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Doom. It's all falling down around you. Your stomach sinks. The "Fight or Flight" reaction kicks in. You feel trapped, like an animal. Panic. Fear. You know you've fucked up again. Is it over? Is this the end? No. You've felt this feeling before. You lived through it. You didn't die. In fact, you … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 10.16.23
We kick rocks down a long, straight gravel road that leads nowhere. A strange, “in-between” place that won’t show up on anybody’s map. We’ve walked about a mile, just talking about nothing. Flies buzz around us, and the ditches on either side of the road blossom with huge swarms of mosquitos. Every so often, … Continue reading Kicking Rocks
Weary of the day that has only just begun. A tough battle we survived and here comes another one. The time spent in the saddle doesn’t seem to yield the requisite wisdom. There’s no quitting so, there’s only one thing left to be done. Put it on God. Only the Lord will let … Continue reading On God
It is to us a funny thing; Divinity. A more abstract notion we have not entertained. That there would be, like us, but something more. A far beyond, but not unreachable. Perhaps a comfort lost to walls and bonds, for loneliness no longer drives the heart. For fear and subjugation are now become abstract … Continue reading A Child is Born
He's stopped again, between thoughts, he looks around like he's lost, sees something and he's off again. He seems to be searching for a door, for these walls do nothing but restrict him. The sides of his skull ache, his body breaks, when he tries to take it where he wants to go. … Continue reading Pet Shop Boy
See, we all gathered around to hear the news today, to see if the song still remained as it had for ten thousand yesterdays, but there were murmurs in the backcourt, dissention on the line and I knew that these men were no longer my brothers; some, I couldn't recognise. Greed and envy take … Continue reading Kill the King
Infinite, like your imagination, or is it the end, just outside your eyes? Does it matter, this planned division? Is it the truth? Aren't we immaculate? Tidal waves are consequences, sure as a flash bulb steals your soul and irreverence; that sarcastic discord, bought only seconds that seemed like forever. Even the returning … Continue reading Birthday Wishes
They say that it's OK. We can be any kind of way. Everybody has a little larceny in them, but I don't want to offend, or be their friend. It's just so easy and I just lose myself in the end. I gave up drugs and nicotine to be the man that I could … Continue reading Permission
I have been playing dead out of fear that the behemoth of time and duty will take me. I have been feigning death, in hopes that the monster of my life will simply pass me by. A childish man, hiding under the proverbial covers, safe only from imaginary boogeymen, but not from life. … Continue reading What Purpose?
Time, like water, only runs down and runs out. Might as well say I'll stay thirsty and late. I've avoided the law of the man, of the gods, now I'm left here sitting at the gate. Rode the storm and boy, it was a long one. Wandered the desert and paid with lovers and … Continue reading My Inglorious Fate
I heard your voice this morning and it had been more than a long time. I didn't call on you like I said I would, I was too ashamed. You knew that I had broken all my promises and had let my lust linger in those old, dark places. I had begun to view … Continue reading Early Morning Visitation
I have lifted my eyes to You, to see what You are and know what You have done. I have seen You in the sky, but that is not Your dwelling place. I have seen You in the dust, but that is only a trace of Your presence. I have known You not in acts, … Continue reading Untitled – 07/22/16
Open your bottled up confessions, let them breathe a little while. Come bearing your unanswered questions, I've got the answers and a smile. I'll hear your sins and your transgressions, I'll soothe your hurt and dry your tears, but don't you think for one more minute that you're safe, or in the clear. You've … Continue reading (The Hunger For) Absolution
Who do you love? What do you crave? Is your fantasy worth fighting for? Are your dreams worth being saved? Will you rise up and take them back from grave? What price would you pay? Rising before the sun, we lead the march to war. Like the angels proclaim The One, we believe in … Continue reading Love The Fight
Some know me as "Consequence", others as "Justice" and to some, I am "Judgement". I have, at times, been wrathful and to the spiritual, my intervention is "Divine". I exist on both sides of every war, I walk between battlefields, like you walk through aisles at the market. The carnage of righteous indignation, or … Continue reading A Lighthearted Chat With an Angel
If I touch you, can I heal you? If I reach you, will you hear? If I speak with words of comfort, will it take away your fear? If I lay down on your death bed, hold your hand just for a while, will you rise up to walk with me, or pass on with … Continue reading Dying
If I keep picking at these loose threads, will I unravel the world? I keep thinking, "What good's a writer, if he doesn't capture the words?" Pulling at the worn fringes of reality, of sanity; it all threatens to come apart on its own, so why try saving anything? Can I pull the universe … Continue reading The Philosophical Machine
What does it matter? Just let it all go. Fight the good fight, but don’t let it follow you home. Come in from the night, the cold and the dark; you’ve taken feeling discomfort and to being an art. Whatever; just do whatever you want. We’ll be here when it all falls apart. Cleaning … Continue reading Footsteps Like The Wind
Knowing what is right and doing what is right; I don’t think the two ideas could be more different. Sure, I know you’re drowning, but saving you is another matter altogether. It requires me being involved. It requires me being accountable for the outcome. It requires me to relinquish my seat as the … Continue reading Saving The World and Me First
