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All you need is the will. Where there is a will, there is always a way.
But, my polluted mind couldn't see the path to success ahead.
No map exists to sobriety, or a magical compass to recovery
The lifestyle I once lived, so empty and desolate.
Only able to completely rely on my own self.
For recovery, you need people. And, people are willing to help.
I surrounded myself with all of the acronyms.
AA, NA, MIA. I felt lost in the madness.
A peer in recovery helped me find a start; a Detox program.
These words so unsettling to any real drug addict.
But, this time I was done. Beyond done, Completely over it.
Their medications allowed me to surpass that three day barrier.
A mark of achievement I had so many other times missed.
By day seven, I started to feel slightly more normal.
A pre-dope normal, one that existed before the drugs took over.
But, then I opened my eyes and I saw the doors.
I knew exactly where those doors led to...
They led to the street. They led right back to the needle.
So I just stayed, and moved right into their inpatient program.
A place I swore wholeheartedly I would never go.
The twenty-eight days can be summed up in one word: Reassuring.
Each day I grew more confident, and began to feel reassured.
Just when I came to an acceptance that recovery was truly possible.
Once again, I stood weary at those same two doors.
I decided to speak out. It came from a place of fear and despair.
I was directed into a new form of safe haven.
IOP, with an emphasis on the "intensive."
For four hours a day, for four days a week, I worked at recovery.
Each day building upon my new foundation of inner strength.
When, and only when, I felt completely ready.
I left IOP, and again I immersed myself in those acronyms.
I also found a healthy replacement for my abundant time.
The gym became my therapy, relieving me both body and mind.
Working out was my new "high." Only this time it was healthy.
Through the entirety of this life changing experience.
I learned many new things about life, about myself.
Proving that where there's a will, there is definitely a way.
It took first reaching rock bottom, and the absolute lowest of lows.
to learn first hand, that you can't reach the top, without first being at the bottom.
I didn't know
Raindrops
Could taste like
Bad medicine,
Novocaine
Shot
The wrong way
Numbing
Everything
Down to my
Fingertips-
In the
Inpatient
Care
They hide me
From
Myself,
Drugged up,
Those raindrops
Only heard,
Never touched
As if you can
Recognize
Pain from a
Distance
And learn to
Ignore the
Pitter patter of it,
Just background
Music
To a
Symphony
Of memories
I'm supposed to
Put on pause,
Or delete
Altogether-
But I would need
A
Skin graft
Of my
Wrists,
Hips,
Lips even,
To forget
All the reasons
Why I've
Ended up
Like this-
It's been two weeks
Since I got stuck
Between these
Same walls,
Checked up on
Every five minutes,
But
Nothing
Has changed.
She is still gone,
And no God
I could ever
Pray to
Could or
Would
Be able to
Fix that-
There is no
Band-aid
Big enough,
No shock
Strong enough
To bring her
Smile
Back to me-
All I have left is
Stolen time,
Framed and
Frozen,
A gravestone
And a faulty
Memory….
Maybe
It would be
Best
To just
Forget,
But even now
I look for you
When I hear
Your name,
Your seat goes
Cold
Next to me
Like an
Unspoken
Shrine
Only a fool
Would touch
And
Desecrate,
And when it is
Completely
Quiet,
At night,
When we used to
Skype
I still hear your
Laugh
Like an
Echo
Mocking me,
A melody
I will
Never
Hear again….
I remember
Exactly
How I found you
That morning,
The sirens
Coming alive
At 3 am
When
Everyone
Should've been gone
To bed,
And the
Smell
Of the sterile
Hospital
Just the same
As the one
I'm in-
Lately,
I've been
Recording
All the
Words
I should have
Said
Earlier
But didn't,
All the missed
Opportunities….
But I'm one day
Too late,
And today
I will be
Searching
In vain
For bits of you
At the bottom
Of bottles
And stop signs
Where the
Sidewalk
Ends
Until
Someone drags me
Away...
And stops me
From following you
Down into the
Gutter
With the rain.
There was an earlier time
that came to mind
this day I heard dangerous fears and angers
called cowardice instead,
back 200 years ago
in the United States,
when Northern industrialists,
relying on southern cotton
to mill fabrics
clothing cotton-picking slaves
and other whiter folks,
joined Southern slave-owners
to refer to Abolitionists
as cowards.
Moral cowards
for threatening Orthodox ecopolitical viability
as it was misunderstood
in that 200 year old time and place.
Naming radicalized revolutionaries
Cowards
might provoke despair
to further points of violence against innocents,
the non-bullies of democratic process,
majority rule,
but will not dissuade inpatient intolerance
of their view
that what we say of them
is what we, in fact, are.
Whether this radicalized voice and action
is to Abolish further violence,
further buying and selling of sacred nature
further hubris of owning what can only be gifted,
borrowed through mutual consent,
or to Abolish established inclusive democratic peace,
makes all the morally healthy difference.
Yet, in either case,
whether healthy or pathological radicalization,
naming the Abolisher a coward and a fool
needing to be stamped out
will merely spread this nascent revolution
toward further violence growing higher boundaries
to hopes for cooperative sanity.
When we look behind the normal public tour
of terrorist acts and actors,
the rhetorical reviews and guided stories
most frequently told,
we are likely to find a long familiar risk
to public health;
variations on cultures of patriarchal abuse,
matriarchal neglect,
and desecration of RightBrain ecopolitical equivalence.
For this reason, if no other,
choosing emasculating words
like cowardly and disloyal
and unfaithful,
is a choice to notice only deception
while revolutionary inception festers into flowering
further blasts of suppressed anger
hyped up hate
furthering Earth's climates
of pathological fear.
I’m a witch of the modern times,
Nay my caldron is not round but square,
It has four sides square, and it’s called a microwave.
No bubble, bubble toil or trouble, with this new
Modern age tool, I just add these mystical
Prepackaged ingredients, then sit there on my
Broom stick and drool.
Forget the bat wings, and the eye of nout,
I prefer the minute bag of hot popcorn instead,
Wouldant you.
I’m the wiz of a wiz with this squared box of
Miracles, from the mid-night munchies, to the
Commercial button pause freeze zone, on the
Talley blue screen.
There is no more a sacred sound ever heard
On this earth, then that dinging bell going off,
Then ever buddy scrambling to check out, what
Homemade goodies mom has cooked up?
Now the crook top is dandy, and the stove
Maybe handy for more flavor, or special
Occasions of the holiday persuasion,
But I prefer the minute satisfaction,
And gratification of this microwave
Magician.
My personal idea of home style cooking,
Is pierce the bags plastic top, and stir,
Then serve, boy that broke this fevers
Sweat, are you ready to eat my young ones.
Now in my spell books of cooking perfection,
There’s just no place to plug in this modern
Tools connection.
So these massive volumes are just dust
Collectors, but I have a dust buster for
This readies problem, I just have to pop
Dinner in the magic box first, before I can
Solve them.
So what will it be tonight my friend,
Pizza or Pasta surprise, with an Abracadabra’s
Ding, and a POP, I can feed a whole troop of soldiers,
Or a hungry family of five.
Just call me a modern wizard with technical
Support, the best invention of all times
My microwave caldron, with its four
Squared sides, excuse me please,
The bell just went off!!!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO MY DAUGHTERS AMANDA AND ASHLEY
And also to the inpatient animals of the world, thanks mom!
Purple Chakra
She wears in dreams and enchantment our mad hatter’s hat
cloaked in violet desire and so called co-incidence of purple
Just a few blossoms Jacaranda from the doom of rock bottom
I spelt the word ‘love’ with the petals in between roses and colour
the wannabe hippie of times long gone by on a path yet unknown
A rehab from drink and from madness confinement in mind
body soul removed from temptation inpatient impatient solitude
‘So strange this beautiful woman here before your arrival she
formed a small purple heart on the manicured lawn. You would
like her she’s Tanya Michelle bright and emotional calls herself Tai.’
A visitor truly unknown pitched a few days after un-thought of no
sense no connection no intention no blossoms of meaning or reason
a fairy tale story frog princess prince sensation out of the purple
‘You must be Tai I am Kai I suppose we have something in common’
a beeline from nowhere how I knew I not know may the Universe tell
synchronicity spelt out from the winds gravitation pulled in together
Now we dance to the moon and swim with the tides scent the fragrance
sing to the tune of fortuitous fortune paint purple mad sanity in words
rainbows melting pastels poetry in motion poet trees’ hot temperance
Just one word had been spelt one heart in the garden of freedom
two seeds released rising high in the air in miraculous sparkling
waters dust from the ashes volcano erupted meaningful madness
We travel together ever since wear hats purple hair flowers dreams and
infusion have been flying ‘Taikaiwe’ on infinite eternity from that
momentous moment enshrined in the blossoms
Written on the 21st June 2016-06-20
From Kai Michael to Tai Michelle
For contest: Something Seemingly Insignificant
And Unexpected Changed My Life
The Night I Saw My Idol…
The Night I Saw My idol…
I sat there and waited,
While being so anticipated.
While my legs would shake,
And my nerves couldn’t wait,
While being so inpatient.
The Night I Saw My Idol…
They soon announced her name,
With a big round of applause.
While I took a deep breath,
Until there was nothing left.
The Night I Saw My Idol…
When she walked on the stage,
I could hardly breathe.
I wanted to cry,
But my eyes wouldn’t fill with tears.
The Night I Saw My idol…
My breath was taken away,
And all the memories of bad times,
Began to fade away.
The Night I Saw My Idol…
While having the eyes of,
A seductive goddess,
Whom arose out of the sea.
The Night I Saw My idol…
Her eyes would glow,
With a touch of blue,
To let people know,
That being yourself is believing in you.
The Night I Saw My Idol…
Her voice was so sentsational.
Wearing a white dress,
And never having no one to impress.
The Night I Saw My idol…
She twirled and spinned,
As an angel would.
While smiling,
As she proudly stood.
The Night I saw My Idol…
She reminded me of a beautiful princess,
And letting her long hair down.
The Night I Saw My Idol…
My heart began to pound,
When all I could hear was her sensational sound.
The Night I Saw my idol…
She danced so great,
While moving her hips to every beat.
The night I Saw My Idol…
I was so relieved,
Because for once in my life,
I had seen my dream.
My dream came true of seeing Vanessa L. Williams,
How about you?
By: Kara Brook Buckler
Form:
Verse 1
I am a Godly man;
Allow me to take your hand;
You're beautiful beyond words;
It first comes from your soul
And I love you, love you so;
Chorus>
And you are
And you are
Yes you are
you are
You Are the Love
You are the love for me
You're the woman I prayed for
The one I wanna be, wanna be with
Forever, and ever, ever and ever more
You're the one
And you are
And you are
you are
Yes you are the love
Verse 2
I realize you belong to God first;
What does it mean I have to thirst;
I'm inpatient and hungry for your love;
Sent from the heavens, heavens above;
Chorus>
And you are
And you are
Yes you are
you are
You Are the Love
You are the love for me
You're the woman I prayed for
The one I wanna be, wanna be with
Forever, and ever, ever and ever more
You're the one
And you are
Verse 3
But He's allowed me to reserve;
My love for I was searching;
For the one and you are that one;
The one I've been praying for;
I shall always need, want and adore. . .
Chorus>
And you are
And you are
Yes you are
you are
You Are the Love
You are the love for me
You're the woman I prayed for
The one I wanna be, wanna be with
Forever, and ever, ever and ever more
You're the one
And you are
Reframe>
I'm a sinner, so we all;
Saved by grace redeem and called;
But Jesus came and save us so
You're testimony is not lonely
For we both share in the beauty (of it all)
09/18/17
written words & Music by
James Edward Lee Sr.
The rain slides off my hair,
soaking me wet.
The sky seems to be crying over me,
I don't care.
In the middle of nowhere,
without no soul to speak with.
Should I embrace my fear?
Tears are coming,
though not mine.
But I await my fate,
inpatient for all to end,
not worried for ones deathly drop.
I never had my laughing days on this smiling planet,
nor smiled at gracing sunsets.
No need for me to be where I have my wrongly self being,
in a world that doesn't want me in it!
Can't I be free?
escape, without it not labelled a sin?
My words doesn't breach a sound!
Am I bound to disappear with just one argument?
I now don't feel the need to fear,
useless waste from above.
But I do regret for what soon my breathless body didn't become,
maybe in the end it'll turn out to be all I was.
They will finally see,
a lost poet.
Instead you'll be seeing tears in my lifeless eyes,
like fallen old crusty papers,
with no expressions,
nor emotions of any kind that suits your almighty mind,
for ever no sense.
Throw away my heart and mind into dark flames of hell!
Feel my fury from the heat of not understanding!
All vanished within my last dying breath.
Don't cry for me,
cry for yourself.
Dead writing,
like me forever,
I was........
Misunderstood.
Mr Alpha and Master Beta
here to put you in your place
after all they know much better
than you with your stupid face
Too much time on their hands
noting you and your ability
challenge you with no chance
better than you’ll ever be
In their head they have no equal
all their friends are lesser people
born with a skillset exceeding all
an uncaring nature that of evil
They see you as controllable
looking to exploit your failures
believing you’re predictable
their overconfident by nature
Boss about because they can
nothing mutual about their plan
thinking you don’t understand
play along get the upper hand
Feeding knowledge pure and true
make them assured in all they do
never return a thing to you
they don’t feel like they need too
Let them feel like Mr Alpha
when really just a Master Beta
the day they’re desperate for a favour
keep saying you’ll help them later
Watch them as they grow inpatient
the disrespect they show to you
attitude that knows no different
say on way though it’s not true
Leave them hanging waiting around
while they expect you to show up
failed expectation confusion found
abandon friendships come unstuck
They thought they were the Alpha
but they’re a Master Beta
they see you as their helper
show them you’re a traitor
IF I COULD JUST HOLD ON YOU CAN HOLD ON JUST A LITTLE WHILE LONGER—JESUS GONNA FIX IT
If I could just hold on, you can hold on a little while longer
If I could just hold on, hold on just a little while long
Therese are diver’s times
In these diverts times
Got chains, I got chains on my mind
My free will is drifting still yet I am bond
I’m shackled to myself, listen to Satan
And it’s my time, my time
To be delivered who would have known or figured
This mess I got myself in
If I could just hold on you can hold on a little while longer
Jesus gonna come, He’s already here, already done
What you want Him to do now
If you just hold on let yourself go now
Be free from mind to your soul
Just hld on, hold on, hold on, and hold on
Times winding up
We need a Savior, (I have a Savior)
We need God, I have a God)
So don’t be impatient, Jesus already fixed it
So don’t be impatient, Jesus already fixed it
If I could just hold on you can hold on a little while longer
If I could just hold on hold on just a little while longer
We need a Savior, (I have a Savior)
We need God, (I have a God)
So don’t be inpatient, Jesus already fixed it hold on
9/11/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From anthology “Old Time ***** Spirituals”