Addictions Poems

Know yourself sober

If it isn't now then when? 
will you choose yourself 
Over another week's binge.
When Will the eyes you've been blessed with
Be opened and able to see?
The person buried beneath your addictions. 
Is crying out. Begging to break free.
Haven't you had enough of the days seeming endless. 
all The nights you go sleepless
While your mind runs

Scummy Gummy Bears

"How about it daddy,"
show me the way,
how you roll that paper,
you make it slay.

"How about it daddy,"
you smell so funny,
is that the reason,
you look so crummy?

"How about it daddy,"
you sleep all day, 
you seem so grumpy,
I think you should pray.

"How about it daddy,"
Is it true what mommy say,
that you love smoking,
more than you love yahwey.

One of My Biggest Addictions

I’ve always been a foodie.
So many foods do I love,
but there’s got to be just one
I never get enough of.

It’s popular as a snack.
It can be salty or sweet.
Do you think you know by now?
Big hint: It’s a movie treat.

Popcorn, beloved popcorn -
what a wonder of a food.
To eat it when offered me
I’ll always be

Its a liar made so we spin

I am the Ouroborus of trauma
Thorned scales of each red flag
So add them up and feed me my flaws
Among clutter in a hand me down bag 

Let's laugh as I divulge my wounds
I look a man but the boy never started
A secret shared to see if you think i lie
Round we coil treasuring your trust

addictions

addictions decrease the fire increase desire

Small Addictions

“Small Addictions” 

bit by bit 
the hunger begins,
the time when everyone,
it would seem, is giving in
to those small addictions

inevitably they become
your sole purpose for living,
your entire self turned inside out,
those small addictions 
inevitably grow 

they leave you on your own,
vacant of purpose, tank on empty,
considering the cycle of things,
the vagueries of a life,
it would seem,

Addictions

A God to those amidst their life crisis I am
Dont think I will give up without a fight
Dependence on who I am may take time
Its in their hour of needs I will be there
Choosing to mask their problem I do best
There will come a time reality will surface
I know i mustn't lose my grip or

Winning With Addictions

I
Don't quit. You will win
Alcoholics Anonymous includes God
The lesson: You have a spirit key
That can take you to victory
Never give in: be it good or dark, addiction
Jesus for me, demoted love as emotion
II
Love is action, a verb
Not Conquest, Souvenir, Trophy to brag
On Facebook, social media, & kick to the kerb
The one you took pictures with:

Reflecting the Son

I’ve known a few who were addicted
To alcohol, drugs and eating
I’ve seen their struggle and known their pain
Witnessed their yearning for a better way
I’ve felt them fighting with all their heart
To find the answers to the problems
That keep them abusing themselves

I’ve known many who are hooked
On nicotine, caffeine or gambling
While many others are left praying

Addictions In This Realm of What Is

Feeling alone….overwhelmed….and conquered….trying to remain in a dispositional state of mind by contemplating ways of making what appears to be impossible, possible….in this realm of what is.

Struggling with the mind, and attempting to substitute the patterns of enticing and gripping destruction with approaches to overcome, endeavoring to convince the brain to alter habits that defy

Rambling Addictions Ii

Hell anything but cold turkey
that flips the clip
puts a happy haze on this well digger.
Well-what have you got?
Green nature 
flesh food 
chemical’s soft easy-
How about wish feeding jewels
dead music of heroes-
Well what have ya got?
For that brief euphoria
that enabled wave that waits present
Hole-hearted pitch, that’s tasty for the just-
gives grim to the ink- “right Jack”
I

Rambling Addictions

Oh sweet taken evil.
Kept hidden to all but self.
What are the names?
Well what have you got:
Green nature buds,
Flesh food, cocoa drains,
Tempered wish feeding jewels,
Dead music of heroes.
Well what have ya got.
Hell,,,anything but cold turkey.
Anything that flips the clip.
Puts a happy haze on this well digger.
Been called sick, diseased.
After the brief euphoria,
That ebabled wave that waits

A Lake of Pain

A lake filled with joy but surrounded by pain
caught in a unorganized just over broke we
just watched each other go down the rabbit hole
 
  We put in overtime and the freedom was to much so
our minds were up for grabs every bottle we counted 
as we down it and are induvial pain slipped

Over Coming Addictions

We were born with them, not the behavior of our choice. Our father in stills them in us, so one day we will hear his voice. Realizing, we need help more than we can provide for ourselves. Don’t have to be in your face religious, or traditional remedies, just have to find the way, that

Health Addictions

Health brings freedom to live
intentionally
resplendently
maturely
resonantly
integrally
regeneratively
compassionately
resiliently
kindly.

Freedom is personal,
but also social,
political
but also economic,
ecological
but also theological.

Health requires freedom from addiction
to beliefs:

Some people are born to rule
and own Earth,
while others are born to be serfs
and slaves,
laborers
and frightened/angry addicts.

Some people are born
to be born again,
while others are born
to be unredeemed,
idol worshipers,
poor,
sinners.

Some straight males are born to be White
Evangelical Supremacists,
while others

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