I decided to write every day. I don’t know what I will say. I hope that my words find a way Out and onto the page. Anyway, I have to go to AA Now where I will chair. I don’t know why I’m there. Believe me when I tell y’all I wasn’t downed by Alcohol. I didn’t hang out with thugs, But I was an addict of drugs: The prescription kind stole my mind And no sliver of peace could find Its way to my nerves, so my Way with words succumbed To my need to pill myself numb. Now sober, I’m off to my meeting Where I can’t discuss the defeating Obsession of which you are reading.
In so long, and my desire to write Used to be so strong. Little birds dropped Words I’d convert to song. I don’t know what’s now wrong, But I still ache and I still long To write right for no throng Of awaiting readers, so Why’m I such a self-defeater? I guess I’ll toss up a verse For hungry eaters, Hoping to sate a solo Rhyme needer.
You start out green and new, as a brand new shoot, nurtured by a Loving Mother Tree, and surrounded by lush, growing sibling leaves all growing around you. In relative, naive Harmony, You mature and grow into the most verdant version of Yourself, peaking a little too early, given the length of your life cycle.
After you’ve served Your Purpose (you were never told what it was), your kindly mother turns on you; Once she nurtured you, watered you, and warmed you by sunlight. You were whole and thriving and complete. Now, she cuts off these vital nutrients. All of a sudden, you’re given no light, no food, no water. And no answers about WHY. Your sibling leaves are going through a similar situation, So they are of very little use to you. Frankly, they’re every bit as confused as you.
You slowly starve and dry up until you’re officially “desiccated.” Then, the Mother Tree drops you. The winds of change blow you onto a completely random path, forcing you to intermingle with leaves you don’t even know, Making one last splash as “fall foliage,” Which you don’t even enjoy because you look so differently than you did in your prime, you barely recognize yourself. The next thing you know, you’re 5 miles down the road, in a stranger’s yard (not even a nice one), Being raked into giant piles and stuffed into suffocating black garbage bags, kicked to the curb to ferment, and then carted off by some rather grubby-looking men to be burned, incinerated, and reincarnated into fertilizer. 🪦
I’m warm and I’m kind, And most of you would define me as “refined” Because I don’t man-spurn just to head turn. But you don’t understand the debt the NEXT man Has to pay me for all the OTHERS Who’ve deceived, betrayed, or played me.
Should that include YOU, All I’ll kindly do is issue you A used tissue to use Once YOU learn of all HE plans to do to YOU!! “HE” being The Guy Who sets me back on high, And sets my world aright.
I’d been taken down by a bunch of clowns, So that somehow, I was too tight-lipped And UPTIGHT to love a man UPRIGHT. So I was surprised when the RIGHT guy Entered my life without much of a fuss And didn’t impress me much. But the first time we touched, My brain was cut, A stain was made, A bond was sealed, And plans were made.
So for all of y’all who DID NOT Treat me THE EXACT SAME WAY, All I feel compelled to say Or do is simply warn you. Though if I’m honest, You don’t stand the slightest chance Against his practiced lance.
First, He’ll abduct you; Won’t immediately crush you. He’ll casually take a solitary smoke As you choke, roast, BURN, and turn On MY spit while HE sits To watch, yet won’t move or get off On the satisfying scene Of all who chose to scoff, piss me off, Neglect me, or disrespect me. You’ll only be seen when it’s dark, Darting away from this HIGHLY buff guy, the Buffering for MY Suffering.
He’s loyal and ready, and His hands are always steady. He’s committed to ME and any of YOU Who ever treated me like a Ho’ Or inferred me so. Since that includes many of YOU dudes, I’d be SCARED if I were you! He’ll set about to cull Those most dull and boast-FULL of themselves; Who don’t bother to think before Driving others to the brink of hell. Well, they’ll all YELL when they hear tell Of MY MAN’S plans to send THEM to Hell!
His thirst for MY Justice Refuses to be quenched By any word-wielding wrench Into his meticulous plans, Since my need for healing And his absence of guilty feelings Are only avenged by Revenge.
After the bloodbath of HIS wrath is spilled, He’ll come home to draw ME a long bath, Clean me, soothe me, then lovingly feed My avenged Revenge deep down inside of me. My life will be better With fewer of these Regretters, And I’ll no longer weep, Nor have trouble falling asleep.
Why? He’ll be a dove-loving, Reflective and protective, Guy: an otherwise schemin’ demon Who loves me beyond reason, Since I ended HIS monsoon season. My loved one isn’t young, Yet his terrifying reigns Are NO fun for the dumb ones Who caused me the tiniest bit of pain, Because killing my pain is all that relieves Someone as Dark as HE 🌚 Besides, of course, a Light like ME 🌞
I have a few friends I’m all in for, since They’re always there and always fair. Christina is one of the best of them, so I’d like to pen a poem I wrote to note Her kindness, compassion, royalty, Loyalty, and heavenly fineness.
She may appear tiny, but she’s mighty And down to earth, and though busy, She’s never dizzy nor flighty, just nicely Above the rest, loving God the very best. Her best qualities are generosity, Devotion, soothing potions, and care.
So I’m sure you’ll agree there’s no angel More lovely than Christina Anywhere❣️ Whether adoring on ground or soaring in The air, she’s the “mas fina” angel there. She makes and brings food to my brood, and Hasn’t once been rude to dunce nor prude‼️
Sadly, this regal daughter drinks from sinking waters, Since OUR TOWN’s drought brings us down. Women bear the only crowns, since good guys Can’t be found and rarely come to call, but when They do, they most masquerade as clowns Not right or bright at all!
I want Christina to fall in love in 2025, But I want a husband and wedding band. So if you gaze upon her angelic beauty, And you compelled to apply, please don’t expect An immediate reply unless you’re the right guy Who’s wise enough to see a treasured prize From above in this angel’s flight of love. 🪽
Out!! Out, Damned Spot! Guilt floods HOT through my Veins and hands in vain, Since the plans I’m committed to Are crimes I’ll commit, too, Though, I know I should refuse.
My husband and I are willing to Use any charm to cause harm To a fellow countrymen, a dunce We once called a friend, but my Stature wasn’t as tall and I wasn’t As bitter back then.
I don’t usually conspire with liars, but Duncan hasn’t been fired and won’t retire. So heady ambition woos me into a state Where I contemplate how to marinate my Envy and Hate into a brew I can stew over While hatching plans to murder a man, And evidence will show upon my hands.
So, on the morrow, we shall borrow Cauldrons with double the broil And twice the Bubble, Hoping to treble the trouble for Every evil the wind blows in, since Life merely struts upon a stage. So when the bard’s bloody hard, Spotted hands must turn the page
Over and into a new life or stage, Where we can engage with rage or Find sex, gore, and war to explore. So thank you, unborn Shakespeare, For penning such compelling plays We can’t forget, so like an elephant, Your gifts always remain relevant. 🐘🎭
The sky keeps crying. Dry inside,I keep crying Nonstop, so that As my face keeps crying, It also keeps drying With the salt of my tears. I was robbed and sobbed for 2 years, The LAST 2 years, At a constant rate Which is why I predict record rainfall. Tears are my downfall. When I cry a downpour, I then cry down more, Until my head’s in pain. These are my “Monsoon Rains” And if they don’t abate soon, Better make some room on the ark Cause I have a lot of tears in my heart.
I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m terribly Spiritually Provincial and Uncosmopolitan, since I was never Force-Exposed to anything other than Christianity. Please keep that in mind if you actually read this.
I’ve now spent thousands of years on this planet – about 3/4 of them as Christian, the rest as Confused. Guess which Me knows The Wholehearted Truth?
It’s Anyone’s Guess.
But here’s the thing I like about Jesus, at least the one born in Israel or Palestine approximately 2000 years ago: You can’t argue he was a True Believer.
I don’t know about the other Big Dudes – Mohammed, The Buddha, Confucius, L. Ron Hubbard, and Mary Baker Eddy – but were any of them CRUCIFIED for Their Whacked-Out Beliefs At The Time? I’m pretty sure LRH and Mary Baker Eddy weren’t, though if HE had to see a psychiatrist and SHE had to see a doctor, I can guarantee NEITHER was crucified!
At least in this lifetime. Oh damn, is this going to get me labeled a “Suppressive Person”? I don’t need the Public Excoriation at the moment.
Anyway, I honestly don’t know about the other Big Religions, and I’d rather ask You than Siri. You know how literal she can be, and I don’t have the patience to word The Question in Sirian. But please don’t doubt my sincerity: I’m begging to be schooled on this topic!
PS. I did momentarily consider Jim Jones and David Koresh, but decided if you take a single Unwilling Sacrifice out with You, You don’t qualify for “True Believer” status. Though I’m pretty sure you get points for Thetans.
