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As I get older
The world has gotten smaller
The Internet got faster (unless your in new zealand)
People have become more obsessed with small things
People have become more obsessed with big things
My hair escapes me… oddly…
Oh yes.. the point…
I EFFIN HATE CLOSED MINDED PEOPLE.
So.. nice weather …
what awaits us
What awaits us
on the other side?
Tell me what awaits us
in the unknown light
tell me who will be there
to comfort us at night
tell me who will encourage us
in the midst of pending death
Tell me what awaits us
upon our final breath.
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Finding moments of remembrance in a busy life
Sometimes, we skip too much the basics of life.
I remember, growing up, how I loved listening to musicians music, how it inspired me to grow as a musician, and also, how it somehow deflated me also, watching those amazingly talented people and thinking.. wow I’ll never play like that… but you know.. it’s not about playing like them, it’s about playing like yourself, about being yourself, about stopping, and looking around you at all the greatness that is around is every day, ….
because, if it wasn’t for that stone in your shoe….
(arrgghh, hate my old poetry) lol
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Death Food
hunched…
bent elbow, … over deaths surprised stare….
slipped hand on fresh blood, face-plants into floor…..
unsteady thought…
relishing in the ironic taste of red liquid food….
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uneasy pills..
as I lay alone, sometimes shaking, rocking, in my own little world… drawing the blanket closer, hiding away from the world…… i feel.. so.. very.. alone.
sometimes, i step outside that blanket-world i built, seeking a hand, a single word, a simple smile…. i.. get.. nothing…
and that blanket returns…
there are only small things in this world that matter.
i am not one of them.
you are.
think about it.
10 months.
15 years.
a life time.
recovery isn’t.
understanding is.
don’t be afraid to lend a hand.
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