Hair’s on fire Heart’s beating outta my chest I’m a fucking pack of TNT ready to explode Gunpowder from the grenade in hand burns flesh Restful sleep interrupted by fitful nightmares Fists punching me, hard Lashing in… …lashing out Am I still bleeding? Or, am I healing ? This is All so Fucked I’m sacred….
Tag: depression
Down
Sickening feeling Demons devise, devour G-d! Can I be saved?
Next Steps…
Finding myself yet again at a “turning point”–hear that, history students of mine?–I must decide how to move forward. [see recent posts, including What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!”] Life is indeed short. Way too short to be stuck in a job you don’t have passion for. Way too short to spend all…
In the Blood
Regardless of my travails, I’m home. While down in a hole, the fragrance of freshly mowed grass reminds me I’m still alive. John Deeres drive by as I swing on the front porch, leaning to touch the log home. Rabbits run the field where horses eat as cows swim in their pond. Geese eat alongside…
What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!
My boy Charlie was right— Not this Charlie… these are the best of times and worst of times. Yes, as many of you all know, I had an amazing expedition to and through Asia this summer. As many of you may not know, I even got to embrace and kiss beautiful women in Thailand &…
Don't Let My Parents Read This 