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Something in Between

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I wrote this poem in the 1990’s. It reflects the mystery I felt in my life, the uncertain power and the heavy music.  Allusion to Black Sabbath here.

Something in Between

Sky is endless black, and the stars are forever bright,

My eyes fill with fire burning in the night,

Dancing demons, or singing angels,

These timid strangers lead to unseen danger,

——-

My mind drifts deep as I close my eyes tight,

My body falls asleep as I’m pulled into the night,

Spirits fly high, but my body waits below,

I fight to free my soul, with everything I know,

——-

I use my love to conquer all fear,

I have gained control, so I am safe here,

Now I lie awake, but my dreams seem real,

The sun, the moon, the stars – all have my seal

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Sky is endless black, and the stars are forever bright,

My eyes fill with icy fire burning in the night,

Dancing demons, or singing angels,

These timid strangers lead to unseen danger,

——-

My mind drifts deep as I close my eyes tight,

My body falls asleep as I’m pulled into the night,

Spirits fly high, and our friends wait below,

I fight to raise our souls, with everything I know

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Mousetrap

If you read the last blog, you will see a point of view that is emerging – that all the drinking, and drugs that society engages in, is at least in part: an effort to join in and find spirit.  While this may be a large generalization – it seems that this is one reason why we might have a drink, or why someone might do a drug.  My point is that, we need to focus more on the inner-strength and beauty to avoid letting substance use become a crutch.  Also we really need to be able to connect our selves with others in a positive way.  When people can’t achieve this connection, they may try to hide or seek freedom in what can actually be a tight corner, that is more confining than the initial space.  It seems best to have clean connections:  Ones that are not fettered by substance use. This may be difficult.  When care and attention is taken to minimize these risks, some things may be permissible… IF health is not threatened. Moderation for substances like alcohol, coffee, nicotine, etcetera is important for people that can afford this indulging.  Other more extreme forms of drug use can often act as an impediment to a healthy world.  It is unfortunate that people are put in the spot where they feel there is no where else to turn.  I think that if we co-operate with a drive to bridge gaps in communication and economics – addictions to substances may become less.  This is a complex bridge to build.  However, Awareness of mental health and how that coincides with substance use may be a first step to help many people.  Once people are on the road to recovery, fair treatment, personal initiative and continued availability of the collective knowledge about health: can help keep the path clear.

This obligatory poem was written about some of the issues that can happen in substance use.

Mousetrap

 

Years ago I did something that changed my world,

For a moment thought I was back then for sure,

Dragged enough and jostled just a little more,

Things are said, I can’t forget,

I guess my actions were mislead,

I don’t mind, by this time,

But I still care about that long lost friend,

The dog won‘t attack,

 

Just last year I did something that changed my world,

For a moment thought that I was free and pure,

Dreamed enough and thought I could do much more,

Things were said, but instead,

I guess my actions were misread,

I don’t mind, how unkind,

But I still care about the cat that’s dead,

How can he come back?

 

Things they are reminding me,

Thoughts that still come to me,

Memories chasing me,

Only time can make me see,

It’s all coming back to me,

 

Just last night I did something that changed my world,

For a moment thought that I had found the cure,

Drank enough and wanted just a little more,

Things were said, lost my head,

I guess my actions were mislead,

I don’t mind, what they find,

I just don’t care about the rat I’ve fed,

He’s not coming back,

 

Things that are reminding me,

Thoughts that still come to me,

Animals just like me,

Now that I have set them free,

Will they come back for me?