What Crosses My Mind

  • Shadowed Dreams

    See there is this world, many do not ever understand or realize a place of shadows, shattered dreams that leaves shards to be again, found aligned, yet, the energy to recreate such imagery, often for some, unforeseeable – impulse takes over, leads the way down dark caverns of illicit response to needs, the waking is…

  • Choosing An Edge

    Republished on the recovery blog: Dan The Story Man I’m an addict, my therapist told me, edges are fun. When first I discovered my ‘affliction’ as it is oft times referred, I chose anger first to help unveil the true emotions buried. That was certainly the beginning of a long relationship with denial, many edges,…

  • Addiction and Rejection (a repost)

    Hello All, this is a repost of a piece I wrote the other day. I am posting the link as a favor to a friend named Dan Maurer, who is seeing new success with his graphic novel on Sobriety. He has a blog called Transformation is Real that speaks about recovery and addiction, topics that…

  • Step Inside Pain to Glance Upon Vistas

    Without warning shooting stars mind loss while receptive realistic stomps upon internal psyche without pause, continues battle while the physicality of force suffers under the breach of loss. ~ When so locked into rage how can we sense love is truth to follow our hearts again and again. Where do we find the energy to…

  • Solace in Rejection

    Haunting, perhaps a notion, angst, some feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach, that which I never want to return to again, yet, I haven’t a clean slate, I have human condition instead, matched up with societal choices, favors, friends, family, all the different values of our history, that open the doors, and…

  • Straight From The Heart

    I would if I could, I would, I certainly … might. Suggest all of the angst, the properly balanced insecurities that wrap my mind around so many levels of mediocrity. There is where I remain chained to the revelation that help define the who, the why, the identity behind the actions. I am hurting so…

  • Tonight

    Tonight the pain becomes a central idea, a notion, a recall, a, sort of, panacea. Tonight turns life happy toward celebration, the opportunity to herald a healthy decision. What happened then could occur tomorrow, might even be a possibility without my halo, for the reality of our lives is a fragile pedestal we could so…