Recovery
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Dark Art
Been to war beforewith the conflicts I tickun-like a bombing kamakaziI turn thick in conflict. I know an empitnessI know I reminisce like a fool I can’t missa chance at a beautiful kiss. I am blind I can not findmyself I between the signsthat tell me to for this lifemaybe I should I go blind. Continue reading
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True Blue
Beautiful things turn to ash like I pander to the powers that be; I’d like to love discreet but that wasn’t in the cards for me. My life was torn and ruptured by hands under a trance. Now I play games so I might not have to live by their dance. I see grey where Continue reading
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One Day At A Time
My life is but a dream,I take it from day to day.My mind is so consumedwith what I must do to stay. Sober I move forwardas I’m mocked to try see clearthe nearness of kind soulswho smile for awhile that control. The smiles say it’s okayto be who I am and I thankfulI am a Continue reading
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Clarity For Me Set Free
As far as I can see,there is no stoaway aboardthis vessel I call my soul,for I’m sober now on patrol. I hear the wordsand they make sense.And I haven’t found harborto drop burdens off there. Prepare I care for allthose who provide a lightof insight I delightuntil the morning of my soul. It is a Continue reading
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As You Wish
Vices amidst me I offer a rose, but black is my soil until the sun fails my temperance to spoil. Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 