The saints wanted perfection
so do some of us
but chasing this goal is like
walking over burning coals
what about progress?
what about turning away from Never Enough?
resting in the realization that
this life is absurd
that all this effort can
crash & burn
in the blink of an eye
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The day my brother was born, I was torn –
already 16 years old
on the cusp of college & adult life
he was so precious
he kept me close to home
in mind & soul
even though the family fell apart
I keep him close to my heart
worry about him, but know that
he’s my blood & I’d go to the gates of Hell
to protect him.
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Look to the light, my love
turn away from these screens that
tether, pull us into a spider’s web –
the ebb, flow of a life filled
with strife, makes my heart sore
I yearn for more love
which is why I turn to you
no matter what happens here
look to the light, my love
the radiance of happier days.
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What’s your reason for being?
In Japan, they have a word for this: ikigai
let’s ponder it, you + me – step into my office,
care for a cigar?
think about those times you wanted to end it all
before the Fall
of America – now, we live amidst the ruins
you must have a reason to keep movin’
what’s your secret?
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I dream of criminals, being a witness to misdeed
men with dark eyes do dark things in motel rooms
tell me to keep my mouth zippered shut –
I wake with a sense of dread
storm clouds gather outside frosted windows
a woman with an umbrella screams
then runs for her life.
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Alcoholics like to talk about rock bottom –
the moment they recognized the bottle is filled with lies
the moment when they open their eyes
+ know they don’t have to drink anymore
I hit bottom in a rehab far from home after unkind words
from a social worker who told me
I was running from life – but that’s in the past
I’m still running, I know not why
the sky is falling, fireballs shooting like comets
+ I think this recovery thing is never over –
it’s a life-long process that can’t be defined
by our constant categorizing.
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