(Authors note:Dear Reader, in 2013 I got hurt, put on pain meds. Never in a million years did I think...Well it did.
And here's the story)

But how could that be?
Was it the law that caused my doom?
The wrong I don't mean to do, I do anyway,
Though every higher thought
Within me Screams at this outrage....Led to be a monk,
I fell from the top rung,
I'm a martyr in motion,
My own worse dream,
But I got a woman in the other room,
Know what I mean?
She tries to keep me out of Romans 7,
But she only pulls me in deeper,
Between the pills and the drama, It's psychotropic
Hades before your eyes.
Seems I have to have it by 4
Or its a bumpy ride all the
Way home.
It's a whirl-ago,
A real wild ride.
The perfect storm of fate and circumstance.
This Act Of Contrition, I've brought on myself.
Nowhere in Romans 7,
Do you go it alone,
Yet there remains an isolation,
Even in the presence of others,
There's a sense of isolation,
Aloneness,
A shrinking of The Spirit.
Crying out to Him,
I sometimes feel only the coldness of wind,
Then silence.


At the bottom of the stair,
Here at the bottom of the stair,
The shadow casts its pall over sunlight.
And the only shadow I fear
Is the one I create.
Is there anyway out?
None you see from here.
Ah-alas, two 10-325's,
Climbing the dark stairs to the bottom.
Zoom, Zoom- here goes nothing to Nowhere.
Where's God's love in the depth of addiction?
Closer I think, I gather.
But when I get closer,
I seem to let go,
Take another ride down the stairs.
Roman 7 is my name, my horn, My albatross.
I want love yet end up
In the dirt,
Making mud pies in the alley
Instead of sand castles on the shore.
There, another Heineken
To wash it down.
I sift flowers in the gray afternoon,
Sketch my despair in the dust.
How far I've wandered
To find where I am.
As darkness has it's own light
I so have mine,
As the eye adjusts to the darkness,
And I hear the whisper of God through the mist.
And love makes me naked
As ghosts begin singing
A solitary bird rises to the sky.
   Mar 13 2013/Apr 22 20.