In the eyes of my criticism

In the eyes of my criticism   In the eyes of my criticism I cannot stand tall There are whispers to remind me I am not enough   In the eyes of my criticism Failure is the mark Where I am found lacking And everyone will know   They’ll see me the way I do... Continue Reading →

No no-s

How much time am I spending on my dreams or my nightmares?   How many times did I say can't When can was just right there?   How many opinions can you opine So much of your business on the state of my mind   I know I'm a cunt-ry of states in divide Where falling is... Continue Reading →

Creating Something from Nothing

Woke up at 4:30. Actually more like 4 but I was meditating and vibing with the universe type deal before I got out of bed. I made coffee, did my thing, came in and wrote in my book for a little bit.   The book is called Ayam. An important part of creating something from... Continue Reading →

Life Imitates Art

Have you seen the whole "Shakespeare wrote King Lear while quarantined thing"? It's like an earworm for me.   It's not like I'm even wasting my time (on the surface). I'm spending a lot of it with the kids, books I've been meaning to read, journaling I've been meaning to do, introspection I've been avoiding,... Continue Reading →

Coping and Covid – Mental Health is just as important as washing hands

Just thinking out thumbs here: -As social distancing and isolation become a preventative measure, depression and anxiety will follow. -As social creatures, we need human interaction for our mental health. Those predisposed to depression tend to seek out isolation to deal with their mental torment. Isolation helps depression distort the mind. -Depression tells you everyone... Continue Reading →

Oops spells Opportunity

The strains, the stagnancy of stress The emphatic escalation of emotion I can’t express It’s like the illusion of ignorance During blissful smiles of self-inflicted duress Cacao is more of a yell than chocolatey goodness Where the cacophony of my mind won’t relent Until I spill words I don’t know like blood on pavement Like... Continue Reading →

The eye of the needle

I randomly started pondering the idea of a rich man getting into heaven vs a camel getting through a needle. I thought about how it could be a mistranslation, or how it’s typically inferred to mean giving up possessions, but I’ve interpreted it that if you held a needle up and looked through at a... Continue Reading →

The Purpose of Pain

5 years ago, 2 people fought and 5 lives imploded. Countless others were hurt in the fallout. 4 years ago, I was continuing to be a functional alcoholic, self harming and taking out all my pain by starving myself and living on beer, a slice of ham and multivitamins. 3 years ago, I left the... Continue Reading →

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