Here is a man
but is he a man at all?
Nobody knows due to all of his flaws.
No one knows
he isn't human at all.

He tries to live
but each day is the same.
He tries and tries but no one knows his name.
No one knows
and there is no one to blame.

He is confused
as his motivation dies.
Each and every day wilting more inside.
No one knows
that this man is alive.

He is losing himself
and nobody is there.
He can't find anybody anywhere.
No one knows
and no one seems to care.

He has found courage
and chosen this day.
This is the moment and the only way
No one knows
he will emerge today.

Here is a man
who is known by all.
Everybody loves him regardless of flaws.
No one knows
about his previous fall...

You take pride
in the fact
that you
can make me
scream
your name.

I hate that.
I want to deny it
just to get rid
of that stupid smirk
and knowing gleam
in your eye.

Although
I suppose
the ecstasy
(which spawns
all my
inspiration)
our *** life
supplies me with
means I really
shouldn't complain.

You're just a little too
cocky
for my taste.

Life seemed to ****.
The pain seemed so real.
The drugs seemed so easy
To change what I did feel.

At first it seemed to help
To cover up the pain.
But the ******* sound I heard
Was my life, down the drain.

The hole I found myself in
Got deeper by the day.
Hope seemed to fade from me
That help was on the way.

The help I sought and found
Was the “friends” who got me here.
Those who had the ***, the ****,
The drugs and the beer.

The family I once had loved,
Seemed distant from me now.
My love had turned to hate
By the love of drugs somehow.

The hole caved in on me
From a distance I could hear.
“We loved her, Oh so very much”
“We failed her. Somehow my Dear.”

They pulled me from the darkest hole
I, myself, had dug.
And took me into their arms
To rescue me from drug.

The days turned into many weeks.
My head began to clear,
To see the ones who really love me.
My hate was not so near.

A cloud of doubt and guilt rained down
For the things I had done.
Soon love returned to fill my heart
Where once the drugs had won.

Forgiveness came from those who loved,
To me, for the many years.
For the pain and sorrow I had caused
To them, through many tears.

A group of families gathered ’round
With love so great for me.
I soon discovered through the tears
Their abundant love was free.

I felt the love of those who care.
I learned to love again.
To care once more for what I’d lost.
To trust and live within.

When temptation comes to my door
To offer me a high.
Let Love instead answer the knock
And with Serenity say - goodbye!

(9-22-04 added 4 lines)

This story has not ended.
It will continue for a life time.
Life is about decisions we make on a daily basis.
It dictates what we will possibly do tomorrow
based on what we do today.
Life is built on decisions.
The end of the story will be written when
we meet the One who loves us unconditionally.
The One who died on the Cross for us.
(2-22-04)

Love triumphs over adversity when God is in it.
“Never give up” must be the words to live by.
Progress is made even when there are two steps
forward and one step back.
Thank God for the progress.
Hope lives on in the hearts of those who trust Him.
(2-8-06)

All is well. Just a few rough edges to smooth out. Hope lives on. Never give up.
(6-29-18)

Sounds seem louder.
Skin feels drier.
People seem less important.

This is not ***.
This is the beginning
Of my final transformation
Into a zombie bat.

bile bubbling
from my maw
i spit your pain
forcing the saw
across
my veins
i will
bite and claw
leave
you raw
i hope that hurts as much as i do