Hurry hurry take that post down
Everyone will know it's me who's to blame

It will be all over, the talk of the town
Hurry hurry take the truth down
I need a drink

I'm tired of these tears I cry every night,
Worried for you,
Even though your by my side.

I cannot stand the feel as they roll past my ear
I'm afraid I will drown in my pillow so damp

The look of you so still an calm
Passed out again,rejecting my arm.

It hurts to face my new day
Wish it would all go away.

Some never met my lady so true
Or dare ask why I'm so blue.

I'm tired of smelling the cheap *****
That has you so tight,
I'm tired of wishing you to pass on out
I don't know your pain or it lays in your brain
....... Stay tuned for more!

Tick and tock
Things not forgot

Tick tock of Dads wrist
watch.
The tick an tock I hear no more.
The buzzing in my brain.
The ringing in my ear.

Sound has robbed me of my favorite part of his old wrist watch.

Just a childhood memory,of my ear pressed to Dads watch as he held my squirm to a minimum.
Allowed to cuddle an nap in the pew at church.
I would listen to the ticking of his watch,thankful of his closeness an patience.
He's gone now,i have his watch,the tick is gone, time still moves on.

Tock tick tock gone to the tinnitus.

Hashtag hearing loss is no joke.

enablelating
devastating
cohabiting
separating
rehabilitating
med­icating
anticipating
visitating
reverlating
celebrating

significant other
on her journey
first of seven in blackout
with twenty-one more

only she can swim her way
out the bottle neck

treadn so long
but still ended on the bottom
would have drown
had she not been the drinker

cause the bottle is empty
if you have not found

for it was as empty as
her life
even though
i am beside her

she would have drank me too
if i had not
soured her desire

in the midst of these
flowers an sweets
of love

i bow my head alone
for a healthy wife
to come home

hated as i am
to have been the one

the demands i made
ultimatums is really
what they were

i gladly checked her in
for the doctors
to pull whats inside her

questions abound
will i still be around
could this be our end
was this my purpose
when it all began

just the lords game
to send me the broken
only to began again

is this my life
that i'm always
only a fixer

am i the problem
in the end
to be sent away
a dis-carder

rehab will tell
if this love will last
or i my be just her past
thirty days will tell

im the hubby livin rehab hell

have you ever thought
you were meant for greater good

that your life was
misunderstood

others blame
yet they don't know
your name

its no game
this consonant
strain

when you feel you have
no power at all
lead by the call

one women to the next
who has prayed for a man
to come
only to be called away to the next
broken soul

the drugs no longer numb  
how could i be so dumb
i'm empty inside
i'm bursting at the seams

lost and found
knock knock knock
its all in the sound

i cant tell
if im lost
or found

walkn these walls
lookn for eggs
that the bunny has laid
wait thats the
easter time ryme

christmas is not
God its hot

kids are all gone
its a lonely ole song

wifes at work
boss is a ****

my friend
wordvango
is having a gran time
i wish i was with him
an six gallons of cold red wine

we could drink it all night
til saint nic comes into sight

we'd stagger away
and he'd say to all
a good  night