Tag Archives: edge


22 Jul


X’s on our hands reveal
The tribe of the Straight Edge
No drugs, no drink, no smoking too
Is in our daily pledge

We wear the X because we can’t
Display how we abstain
From all the screwed up substances
That will degrade your brain

A drinker puts bottle to lips
To show they love the booze
Liquid courage to relax
And wash away their blues

Smokers light a cigarette
That hangs off of their lip
To say “I know my lungs are black
And I don’t give a flip”

The drug user has many ways
To show their ecstasy
Needle marks and reddened eyes
Are signs of all their glee

But what about the Straight Edger
Who has no way of showing
All the things they believe in
And no one ever knowing

That’s why we choose to wear the X
On backs of all our hands
It symbolizes discipline
That our lifestyle commands

And if these words do come across
As somewhat condescending
That’s not the message most of us
Are actually intending

True, there are a few young ones
Who think it’s all a fight
Their pious attitude only
Manages to incite

But most of us do understand
That discipline’s no use
If you can’t control yourself
From giving out abuse

To those who choose to turn blind eyes
To poisons they put in
Themselves, all in a vain attempt
To gain a lasting grin

Control is what the Edge desire
And won’t give it away
Control of health, control of mind
Control of things we say

No hangover next morning
And no regrets about
What we may have done last night
Before we did black out

The courage to face any fears
Without a needed crutch
To not be trapped in inhibition’s
Terrifying clutch

And if that comes across to those
Who smoke and drink and use
As us saying that we are better
Then have fun with those views

But for the Edge the truth is known
About what X’s mean
Personal development
And always living clean


Pain Management

12 Jun

Pain Management

Let me talk a bit about
The purpose of my writing
The happenstance that kindled it
And battle that I’m fighting

Every morning I wake up
I’m greeted with much pain
After several years of this
You start to go insane

It’s hard enough to get yourself
Out of bed if you’re fit
It’s near impossible to get up
If you feel you’re hit

By a truck and then a bus
And then thrown off a cliff
Colorful description, yes,
The point is that you’re stiff

You start to wonder why it is
That this load you must bear
You search and search for answers and
May even turn to prayer

And if you listen carefully
You just might figure out
Why it is we have to struggle
What it’s all about

It dawned on me when I stopped thinking
All about myself
That there are other folks out there
Who struggle with their health

There are more in chronic pain
Who can’t get out of bed
Just the thought of sitting up
Is one that they most dread

So here we are, I thought aloud
We’re all so beaten down
There has to be a way to help
And that’s when I used noun

And adjective and preposition
Consonant and vowel
I’d start my day with melody
Instead of with a growl

Pain pills didn’t do the job
Their effect wouldn’t last
And I wasn’t enthralled over
Addiction that they cast

Being Straight Edge, my addiction
Is my discipline
Instead of booze or drugs or pills
A new plan would begin

I’ve always had a knack with words
I don’t know where it’s from
And for a while I had no clue
Of what it would become

But it was clear to me my gift
Was to be used for good
I’d use my discipline to help
As many as I could

I grabbed my dictionary and
Grabbed my thesaurus too
And started putting rhyme to ink
About all that I knew

I did it every morning and
Found out it did distract
From the aches and pains with which
My body had been wracked

The creativity was more
Effective than a pill
Instead of achieving numbness
What I got was a thrill

From doing something positive
From trying to inspire
From using creativity
That others could admire

The feedback that I did receive
Was just an extra boost
To hear from other sufferers
What my work had induced

That my writing had touched their hearts
And made a few tears stream
Took my mind off of my pain
And gave me chance to beam

I hope this serves as inspiration
For all those who deal
With some kind of problem or pain
The point is not to heal

It’s to manage that which ails you
Through your ability
‘Cause using shortcuts such as drugs
Is planned futility