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YOU CAN'T ESCAPE UNTIL YOU KNOW YOU'RE IN PRISON.
Indeed! I really like this! Where did you get this one? I love knowing what part of the country slogans come from!
And thanks for the warm welcome, everyone!
Indeed! I really like this! Where did you get this one? I love knowing what part of the country slogans come from!
And thanks for the warm welcome, everyone!
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Hi Johnny, I read it when I was at rehab in Arizona, but I live in Connecticut....
I can't remember what it was on, but it was at the end of my 30 day program, and I was nervous about leaving, and I happened to glance down while I was packing and it was on some literature. It struck me, I'm glad you liked it!
I can't remember what it was on, but it was at the end of my 30 day program, and I was nervous about leaving, and I happened to glance down while I was packing and it was on some literature. It struck me, I'm glad you liked it!
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My escape . . .
Here is a poem I wrote about my escape . . .
The Door
I don’t know how many days or hours I spent
In the darkness looking for the door
The way out, the real way out
I know every brick
Every crack in the walls of my cell.
Staying awake, fighting the nightmare, fighting
The creatures who are my captors
Until sleep over takes me.
I took hostages, took them, held them, suffocated them
Until they revolted and I
Wondered
Why?
Confined within the endless corridors
Searching
Ignoring the exits and wondering which way is out.
Ignoring the truth of my existence,
Creating within a world believing that it was
The world outside as well.
Confusing myself, confining myself – fooling only
My self.
Knowing now what I wouldn’t believe then
Knowing which way is out, the door is in front of me.
The thick, cold planks sealed with cobwebs of
Fear, the impasse
Fear, the enslaver
Fear, the killer of Hope and Dreams.
Just to reach forward, outside my self
Outside the walls of my cell
To open, ever so slightly the Door.
Sunshine, light, blinds my mind’s eye,
Blink, blink, blink
The pain of the light, burning into the flesh
Feeling my soul, killing the killer
Fear enslaving the feared, the fearful
Wanting to be in the light,
Wanting to be free
From me
My own worst enemy.
Duel messages, duel confusion splattered by moments
Of clear thought, splattered by swelling tides
Of emotions of unknown origins,
From the shore of some distant dark forgotten shore,
From the rock strewn carnage of distant shores of the past.
Ancient bones beneath layers of strata
Layers of soot, layers of organic rot,
Layers of death.
So are the essences of my person
Buried beneath soot, layers of time,
Wasted time, time spent wasted beneath tons of
Carnage created by the tornado
Of my being.
Fear encrusted, never dusted corridors
Of feelings, of emotions, of the pure
Meaning of being human.
As the man buried beneath the sand
Slowly escapes the living tomb of his
Own creation,
Slowly stands, covered with wet, smelly sand,
The waves sweep ever closer
As he learns
To stand
And walk
Through the door.
The Door
I don’t know how many days or hours I spent
In the darkness looking for the door
The way out, the real way out
I know every brick
Every crack in the walls of my cell.
Staying awake, fighting the nightmare, fighting
The creatures who are my captors
Until sleep over takes me.
I took hostages, took them, held them, suffocated them
Until they revolted and I
Wondered
Why?
Confined within the endless corridors
Searching
Ignoring the exits and wondering which way is out.
Ignoring the truth of my existence,
Creating within a world believing that it was
The world outside as well.
Confusing myself, confining myself – fooling only
My self.
Knowing now what I wouldn’t believe then
Knowing which way is out, the door is in front of me.
The thick, cold planks sealed with cobwebs of
Fear, the impasse
Fear, the enslaver
Fear, the killer of Hope and Dreams.
Just to reach forward, outside my self
Outside the walls of my cell
To open, ever so slightly the Door.
Sunshine, light, blinds my mind’s eye,
Blink, blink, blink
The pain of the light, burning into the flesh
Feeling my soul, killing the killer
Fear enslaving the feared, the fearful
Wanting to be in the light,
Wanting to be free
From me
My own worst enemy.
Duel messages, duel confusion splattered by moments
Of clear thought, splattered by swelling tides
Of emotions of unknown origins,
From the shore of some distant dark forgotten shore,
From the rock strewn carnage of distant shores of the past.
Ancient bones beneath layers of strata
Layers of soot, layers of organic rot,
Layers of death.
So are the essences of my person
Buried beneath soot, layers of time,
Wasted time, time spent wasted beneath tons of
Carnage created by the tornado
Of my being.
Fear encrusted, never dusted corridors
Of feelings, of emotions, of the pure
Meaning of being human.
As the man buried beneath the sand
Slowly escapes the living tomb of his
Own creation,
Slowly stands, covered with wet, smelly sand,
The waves sweep ever closer
As he learns
To stand
And walk
Through the door.
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