i am younger now
than i was in december
when i quit the sauce

sun sets behind trees
shadow dancing leaves strobe white
light beams through my heart

lonely prisoner
incased in calm gratitude
if for only breath

pulling weeds i prove
that i still know how to heal
the wounds of excess

a weed is but a
natural plant sprouting where
it is not wanted

yesterday's fierce rain
softened the soil so I could
yank them from their source

they say plants can feel
so i must have been like a
murderous giant

whole families torn
asunder and wheelbarrowed
to the compost pile

rich soil is but worms'
feces aged to perfection
to feed wet weed seeds

am i but a weed
awaiting a great cosmic
giant to pluck me

one man's flower is
another man's weed that's what
they say or something

Music festival
Stunning beauty all the day
I wanted a drink

I just could not sing
Too shy to open my mouth
Tongue dry in the sun

But I didn't drink
I talked to "Dodger", the mule
Watched the calves frolic

Cooked up some fine steaks
A fine time was had by all
Me? I was just there

I've given people
Many reasons to hate me
Being hated hurts

My hate for myself
For giving people reason
Perpetuates hate

How do I find peace
In a life full of failure
To give people peace

My contribution
To the world has been judgement
Anger, hurt, despair


I'm ok, just working through what I really am, compared to what I have always thought I was. :)

i was raised to be
a malcontent which is why
i became a drunk

trying to correct
that is a challenge but it's
so necessary

the alternative
is to stay a malcontent
and welcome relapse

Wish that I could heal,
Myself, others, with words, touch
Just magic thinking

It's easy to believe
In the divine, in the sun
Until darkness comes

Wish that I could grow
Young again with this heart inside me
This head to guide me

Inperfect duo
Battle scarred, world weary but
Authentic, ready

being real is to
feel and to feel is to heal
what choice do we have

i have to give my
self credit for staying sane
these past couple weeks

You deserve much credit
Wounds were bared for all to see
Your strength mighty

Tired and thinking
'bout loss, hate, death and failure
Tired of thinking

trying to move on
but past bonds are yanking my
guts from my belly