My dear, Anxiety  My dear, Anxiety, I wish your hold over me was depleting, I feel it stronger with every meeting.  While happy feelings and thoughts are fleeting, my body and mind need a break from the beating.  My dear, Anxiety, I hate how I feel when you are near, my ears become blocked, it’s…

Balance is Boring Balance is boring, At least to me. Ignoring windows for whimsy,  Is what I see.  Imploring everything orderly Like sky without cloud  It’s hot and quite repressing  It’s as if I’m warring alone  The enemy myself  And enduring the emptiness created  When things are too uniform. 

Ode of Charlie I won’t crazy when a ‘nazi’ dies,  Nor a foolish ‘klansmen’.  Remaining stuck in racist lies,  Colonial times again.   Soon the bitter buried will rise.  Return to the king’s throne, what then?  Is the throne what ‘they’ all most prize?  ‘They’ will resort to violence again.  Our spirits are tired, hopeless.  It…

Collective Thoughts and Prayer collective thoughts and prayers  are currently echoing around me  the energy it brings to the groupthink seems to overcome one’s ability to think critically.   But even a knowledgable and reflective person, like Jung or Rogers, believed in the necessity of a holy venture, otherwise a person is led into A crisis…

Excess obsessing Leads to Forgotten blessings  It is depressing  A lack of progressing  quite distressing, Even Ignorance impressing. All coalescing  Leads to Misaddressing Spirits Decompressing  Minds Overstressing  Freedom Dispossessing  All the while,  Busily Oppressing What’ll it take to get me a win? My soul feels empty most times Others it’s a soul on high I…

People Treat me Like Their Diary People treat me like their diary Makes me want to break my sobriety Can’t read my body language causing anxiety Need to escape this place, entirely.   Feeling my only options are binary. When all I crave is a little notoriety, But it seems as if I’m stuck in piety.…

Sleep Aids Eyes tired but they can’t find sleep Brain needs to rest but also to feast Heart almost quit on this beast Mouth is closed and won’t make a peep I gave in and took the klonopin, It led me to my writing pen Better that than giving in What’ll it take to get…

Phantoms in Tollbooths The doldrums have found me, again Stuck in endless motion within, yet, unable to budge. only my mind running. the pit of my abdomen swells  and constantly quivers. aching to feel something again. it all feels monotonous. Tired body, active mind. Can’t sleep unless drugged into it. Avoiding living, avoiding thinking. Trying…

Sobriety When i drink,  I feel out of sync,       Can’t sleep a wink     (Stuck) Busy trying to kill the think The think is always in chatter No matter the matter Making me madder and madder Diaphragm in patter The think is a thief Bringing up old grief Stealing all confident…

Can’t Just cuz you can’t, don’t mean I can’t, Tired of all you sycophants Cramping my style Feelings beguiled Until the karma police roll up. Somebody gave them a heads up But it’s all good, i’ll keep on smiling. Happy as fuck is how I’ll be feeling. So let me be to do my thing…