Posts Tagged recovery
Testing Chairs
Confessions
from you create soft
pain, stick me
on gray streets
with orange guns, staring at
me and killing me.
My Spirit Gets Lost in the Dark at Times
And in that
morning, sleep crawls on
pieces of
flesh, blisters
happiness, falsifies death
of dark depression
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Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit
Crawl under
skin hiding cupcakes,
make frosted
tempers stop.
Blazing sun arises to
dark, lost souls. Looking.
Etude 2017-15 — One Night in Cincinnati in 1982
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 13, 2017
Etude 2017-13 — The Screams of My Failures
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 10, 2017
This Is a Career, Son
Mister Jones,
is he in the room,
under woods,
on the line?
No, he’s killing me, boarding
my soul with cheap fire.
Etude 2017-11 — I’m Looking for the Monster, but He Hides So Well
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 8, 2017
Etude 2017-10 — The Suffering Was Real but We’re Here
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 7, 2017
Etude 2017-9 — What the Dog Thought He Ate for Dinner
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 6, 2017
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On Tuesday, Meditation Did Big Things to Me
Some days, I’m
healed, craving deep,
frozen time,
holding this
now, wishing for old friends, but
they’re gone, so I sit.
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