Till My Eyes Would Bleed

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“When I was 14,

I would sit up

in my room

and write

till my eyes

would bleed.”

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~ Quincy Jones

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Elfje:            (Cinquain)

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quarantine

Italian quarantina

separated from others

period of forty days

isolation

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Tanka:             5-7-5, 7-7

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kindness is respect

happiness is a big smile

enthusiasm

your attitude is your own

be upbeat, be positive

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Poem:

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selfish and self-centered to the core
I want what I want, more, more, more
arrogant, egotistical, it all is a big show
what is really me I don’t want you to know

fear says you would never like the real me
I’ll pretend to be exactly what you want to see
a sickness that indeed robs the soul
the delusion is that I possess self-control

to please you I am either needy or greedy
to the pristine wall I am the graffiti
a mind altering substance was my escape
I’m the super hero without the cape

I ignored a thousand God given signs
ego called it art when I colored outside the lines
I was finally saved, in spite of myself
new directions delivered from a bookshelf

a small pocket booklet of 164 pages
written by 100 of the very first sages
directions for living with a backward brain
a prescription for easing the emotional pain

willing to change is how it works
truths told by men who once were jerks
learning to love and live with others
becoming a part of a band of brothers

finding a Higher Power, his praises to sing
choosing to do the next right thing
today it is no longer me, me, me
I follow a program that begins with we

 

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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In A Cry Of Desperation

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“But I’m not here just

to make records and money.

I’m here to say something

and to touch other people,

sometimes in a cry

of desperation:

“Do you know this feeling?”

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~ Keith Richards

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Elfje:         (Cinquain)

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feeling

sensory faculty

perception of surroundings

elementary awareness of stimulation

sensation

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Lune:    5 / 3 / 5

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standing ovation

citation

for a job well done

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Poem:

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his backward brain screamed
of unspeakable horrors he dreamed
for him nothing ever went right
always in darkness never the light

some called it a disease
symptoms pushed all the right keys
others said a pre-existing condition
by either name it was an addiction

different medicines would work for some time
his body couldn’t produce the right enzyme
the Doc and the Shrink were always at odds
both believing that they were gods

eventually the judge sent him to jail
a friend sent him a pamphlet in the mail
a few drunks came for a visit
the message they carried was kismet

the seed was planted, he had a thought
they had the serenity which he had sought
time served, why not go for the change
this new way of thinking was to him very strange

what he found was a program of simplicity
thinking less led to felicity
he found honesty to be his key
his attitude of gratitude was carefree

his backward brain still faces negativity
but his new way of thinking always finds positivity
hanging out with a new band of friends
he no longer has to even make amends

in recovery he is considered a miracle
helping others makes the effort reciprocal

 

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ME and the Boss

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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com

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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com

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