Past the Ideas
keep it short,
save the ink;
save self--
For reflections are rougher
than the scruff
that some would refer to
as a beard.
But
keep workin’, keep
writin’, keep pushin’ self
past limits of Ok.
Because you’re not
Key keeper. Keeper of key
holding unkind truths
Locked away.
Let that pen pick that
Lock.
Be scared, Be open.
You’ve earned, be earnest with self
Ain’t easy, therapy rarely is.
We’ve learned to be tight with
drunk texting, and calling and talking
see if self can rebound
and be therapeutic
with those
closest.
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Close
Face Brown and being who you are,
Alcoholic.
Keeping from showing sickness
to shining creations
Are selfish
may not be the worst
attribute
Are cautious because eyes
are catchin’; concrete
block can grow legs in
nightmares and passed out
patterns
rarely receive
second chances.
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30 For 30
should of stayed
sober
for 30.
somber be situations
& scared be people
so on some aspect
(hopefully)
shit’s understood &
some kind of pass is
caught
Be well people.
I am no longer hopin’
I BEEN prayin’
& if God only speaks
sign language--
then somehow I feel like
we’re all fucked.
Yet I’m drinkin’ & writin’
And you’re readin’...
somehow balance is baked
of white beams
as that
Dust
rises high to the sky
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tryin’ & failin’ -- back on the couch
want to pick up drunk daddies, bring them
to a sober spot. clean them up.
and deliver them home.
want to pick up unsure daddies, take them
somewhere safe, give them potions, show them
portals
and take mistakes totally off their plate.
we ain’t perfect. by any means.
but i know we do our best. it just that
our best, be our worst
and womanly looks lash out like whips
and we know about running
because sometime….
we just ain’t bout that life
and we linger,
and get judged,
then go to work,
or get a job.
and still can’t do right
we scared too.
want to pick up
drunk daddies
and take them
to sober spots.
