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14 Oct


They ask themselves, “How come I feel so sad, so mad, so bad?”
And then they ingest substances and suddenly feel glad
Everything is right again, the world’s a better place
But quickly all that happiness dissolves without a trace
Once again they feel so sad, so mad, so bad once more
And want to know the secret of how they should wage their war
With everything that bothers them, depresses, causes pain
They search and search but always balk at the answer: abstain
The key to handling all the things that life throws in your way
Is simply, “Don’t dilute yourself,” it all leads you astray
The alcohol, the drugs, the smokes, the food, it just dilutes
Who you really are, it drags, it slows and it refutes
Human beings weigh themselves with anchors that they think
Bring them joy but truth is that it simply makes them sink
They question “Why?” and “How?” yet never see the irony
How can you be stronger? Have more grace? Awake and see?
By showing some self-discipline, by not acting so weak
By having patience and great faith and being more unique
By stepping away from the crowd that drinks and smokes and tokes
Recognizing that their way of “dealing” is a hoax
That putting something in your body to make all things right
Actually diminishes all your natural might
They ask the Warriors just what their secret is, but want
Something far less difficult, something more nonchalant
And never recognize the Warrior is pure, condensed
Undiluted, focused and prepared to go against
Any of life’s challenges, the fear, the pain, the death
Undiluted by the booze, the nicotine or meth
“I wish I had your discipline,” the normals often say
“Wishing,” just another form of dilution decay


Solid Courage

3 Sep

“Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.” ~Seneca

Solid Courage

The Warrior does watch from just
A couple steps away
He too says that he doesn’t need
A drink, but does display

That there is truth within his words
Because there in his hand
Is a coffee, some water or
A soft drink that is canned

The Warrior observes them all
And feels the only one
Who doesn’t need a drink to quench
His fear ‘cause he has none

He doesn’t need a drink to speak
His mind and to not care
What others think ‘cause day and night
The Warrior does dare

The Warrior does battle with
The demon beast of fear
Every single moment and
Knows his mind must be clear

He knows he must be in control
And always be on guard
He knows intoxication will
Just leave his focus marred

He knows he can have a good time
Without resorting to
The easy shortcut of drinking
‘Cause “easy” he won’t do

Every single bottle of
Whiskey, wine, gin and beer
Is looked upon by Warriors
With a denouncing sneer

“I don’t need that” say Warriors
“I have all that I need
And I don’t have to have a drink
To make my fear recede

Because I have something cheaper
No cost, just benefit:
Solid courage, so thank you
But I don’t need that shit”

The drinkers feel inadequate
They feel judged and attacked
And so they lash out or crack jokes
In order to distract

But deep within the same truth haunts
That Warriors did heed
Perhaps one day they too will put
That drink down and concede

That nothing that you reach for and
Consume will help defeat
Your fears because you don’t need it
You’re already complete


Liquid Courage

2 Sep

“Alcohol gives you the ambition to do anything,
while simultaneously destroying your ability to do so.” ~Author Unknown

Liquid Courage

He walks into the room and feels
Awkward, uncomfortable
He’s shy and doesn’t want to talk
To them until he’s full

Of liquid courage so he goes
And pours himself a glass
It’s soothing as he drinks it down
And all those feelings pass

He has another sip or two
And starts to feel at ease
The drink within his hand says that
He doesn’t have to freeze

He doesn’t have to care so much
His worries lift away
He doesn’t micromanage
Every word he has to say

He tells someone he doesn’t need
To drink just to relax
He likes the taste, it’s sociable
And other untrue facts

He says he doesn’t need a lot
But fear that gripped at start
Creeps back in so one more shot
To make that fear depart

He doesn’t realize the cost
That liquid courage takes
He doesn’t see how ignorant
And foolish that it makes

Him and every other person
Who clutches their drink
A small container of courage
To make all their fears shrink

Well into the night and now
He’s had a few too many
There’s only so much guts can hold
Until they can’t hold any

He rushes to the bathroom and
He pukes what made him free
Of shyness, awkwardness and all
Of his anxiety

He feels disgusting, embarrassed
And pounding in his brain
Now he knows the cost and swears
From now on he’ll abstain

But when the next party does come
And that fear rushes in
And every other person drinks
He too will then begin

To do the whole thing once again
And say he doesn’t need
Anything to unwind so
He won’t have to exceed

And once again he’ll act the fool
He’ll stumble and he’ll break
Some things by accident and then
He’ll vomit and he’ll shake

And swear he’s had his last drink ‘till
The fear whispers once more
And for a quick reprieve he’ll grab
A glass and start to pour


The Right Place

3 Oct

The Right Place

“I just can’t seem to find someone
Who’s the right one for me”
Is what many single folks do
Solemnly decree

They talk about relationships
That ended up a waste
Never realizing it’s
Because they were not chased

Going to the bar does not
Count as making an effort
It’s just a place where people go
To drown sorrows and flirt

Superficial interactions
Lacking depth and soul
You’ll hardly ever meet someone
At one who’ll make you whole

“So if a bar’s not the right place
To find some soul and heart
Maybe a church is the best
Location to then start!”

If you think this to yourself
Be sure that you think twice
Just because someone believes
Does not mean they are nice

It’s been my experience
That churches, much like bars
Are just a place where people go
To try to forget scars

Despite their claims of following
Their Lord and Savior, Christ
I’ve met so many Christians
Whose temperaments were iced

They did not glow or radiate
With love and selflessness
They did not engage or welcome
Or any warmth express

“How ‘bout work? There’s a cute girl
Or guy I work beside
Surely they would make a perfect
Groom for me or bride”

Work’s another place that doesn’t
Usually pan out
Just one simple reason why
It’s not the ideal route:

Money is why so many
Couples who worked together
Were not able to endure
The harsh and nasty weather

Places where you make your dough
Are filled with people who
Are less concerned about others
Than making funds accrue

Same reason why many don’t
Have true friends at their trade
Most would throw you under bus
If it meant getting paid

“So not at bars or at a church
Or where you earn your pay
There’s got to be a place where folks
Can meet someone today!

How ‘bout school? There’s a guy or
Girl I’ve had my eye on”
Sorry, school’s the same as work
Your classmate will not fawn

Because, like work, they’re too busy
Accumulating grades
You’ll find about as much depth as
A quick game of charades

“So where’s a girl or guy supposed to
Find their one true love?”
I’ll tell you this, it likely won’t
Be one of the above

It probably won’t be wherever
You usually go
But something wonderful might happen
If you choose to grow

And venture out to new places
You haven’t ever been
Seeking something with more depth
Than just a lust for skin

I can only reassure
By telling you I’ve tried
All of the methods mentioned
And never found a bride

Until I left my comfort zone
And ventured somewhere new
That’s the only right place where
I found love that was true

Think about it, you won’t get
Your inspiration from
Negative and lazy people
Who are sour and glum

You won’t find hope among the folks
With whom you make your cash
Because the main thing on their minds
Is adding to their stash

And love is nowhere to be found
At places that serve booze
Bars are just places where folks
Go to drown all their blues

I cannot tell you exactly
Where “right place” may be
But it’s not part of your daily
Route, I’ll guarantee

If it’s love you’re looking for
The true and profound kind
The only way to find it is
If your legs are inclined

To move you out from your old path
And search new places where
Someone’s not just thinking of
Their own selfish affair

Their own pay or their drink or their
Own pass to pearly gates
Or their straight A’s, all of these things
Will lead to dead-end dates

Make an effort, seek and find
Get up and search for it
The right place is likely the  one
You currently omit