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Rummy's Mantra

“its ok“….he justifies it….”I have been hurt”
so he tosses back one more….seeking incoherence
that serves as his sanity….and his brand new bravery

it becomes his friend, as he swigs this rotgut…
takes control without a sound….(sneaky devil)
solemnly he stood on a blank street crying
into a wind that was too frigid to care
wounds too raw and rampant to console him
(in all his empty stark patterns and narcissism)

funny when you destroy pure love given freely
what is left is just a blind burst of bleeding
guilt and terror consumed his thoughts 
until he couldn’t face the eyes staring back
another chug and apocryphal bliss found
once again at the empty end of a lush’s swill

why not….when whiskey is warm…burns a bit
but calms the nerves and his are torn in shreds
(hasn’t got much too lose now does he)

“its ok“….he justifies it….”I have been hurt”
so he tosses back one more……seeking incoherence
that serves as his sanity….and his brand new bravery

he faces the world backwards in a prison bars jar
and sadly enough its lonely with steel walls 
(of your own making) as you bury your face
in a broken sand and the shoreline moistens
from your drunken weeping and wail of wine

poor man….who are you….does anyone know you?
stagger a little and sunken gray sockets bulge
Stooped shoulders and demeanor of a lost soul
sorrow fills my heart for you….as you waste a life
(thrown out like useless rubbish)
trashed by your own bruised hands and hollow cheeks

“its ok” he tells himself “I’ve been hurt”
so he tosses back one more…..seeking incoherence 
that serves as his sanity….and his brand new bravery

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  1. Date: 6/11/2009 10:03:00 AM

    “its ok” he tells himself “I’ve been hurt” so he tosses back one more…..seeking incoherence that serves as his sanity….and his brand new bravery. Oh my, Christy! This is such a strong, empassioned rendition of self-pity's toll on life and good judgment. As before, I am so impressed by your words and insights. Keep writing. Lovingly, Dane

  1. Date: 6/9/2009 4:44:00 PM

    Well, sometimes in life I suppose moments happen....Its easy to get lost inside of lifes maze; whether inside or out!? Yet again, "You Are One Of The Very Best & Gifted Poets I Have 'Ever' Read!!":)~And, this is a wonderful and powerful message and write for some to consider!? So don't ever stop, with "Your Great Voice & Profound Creations!!"~"Love As Always To 'You & Your Little Angel,' John!!":) ~

  1. Date: 6/6/2009 9:04:00 AM

    Ah yes, I remember it well ... LOL ... great writing here Christie! You've captured the desperate denial quite well ... I am so grateful to be sober ... smile ...

  1. Date: 6/3/2009 12:24:00 PM

    A masterpiece, Christie. You are such a doll - how could anyone stand to hurt you in any way? Such a talent. Please forget about the lush and have a better life. BIG, BIG LOVE, daver

  1. Date: 6/3/2009 8:24:00 AM

    Than you for your welcome blog comments Chrisrie.Rgds Brian

  1. Date: 5/30/2009 8:46:00 AM

    I've been in a jar, but not a prison. Yes, the old liquid courage. I used to down a half-pint of vodka before going on stage for a solo recital. Caught up with me it did. Been dry for many years. Hey, Christie, give 'em hell! If it gets 'em off the booze, it's well done. love, daver....Hic!

  1. Date: 5/27/2009 5:12:00 PM

    Can feel both your compassion and disgust. Well written about a sad loser, who learned his lesson hard. His turn to suffer I guess. Perhaps its well earned. Love, Shar

  1. Date: 5/27/2009 1:32:00 PM

    @.@ the first stanza is so hypnotic, and the poem so raw, so real, so cold and steeled; thanks a lot for the experience yeah!!! it rocked=D

  1. Date: 5/27/2009 11:11:00 AM

    Christie,..this poem packs a powerful punch,..I'm going to have my friend read it,..oh my,..powerful Christie,..this poem "may" help ! TY james

  1. Date: 5/27/2009 6:31:00 AM

    "into a wind that was too frigid to care wounds too raw and rampant to console him (in all his empty stark patterns and narcissism)"..... genius .... "stagger a little and sunken gray sockets bulge.. Stooped shoulders and demeanor of a lost soul" .. and some more.. Hi Christie... a fine piece of writing, beautifully put together... reveals again your compassion.. and proof yet again of your talent as writer.... :)

  1. Date: 5/27/2009 5:11:00 AM

    Good writing my friend..love the title and the words tells the story very well...good work.