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Divine Intervention

where did I put those car keys,
I think I have had one too many,
loss of memory —
and this
drug habit
has me... grabbing my head
trying to
get a grasp on my own sanity

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Spirit of Friendship

We were together back in the day

Bumping along so ready to play

You called me up, thought me up, as things got tough

But I’ve always been here to walk your paths

To see you shine, to laugh your laughs

You saw me smiling and did believe

I needed to show you it’s not make believe 

This man now with you, can see who’s you

He loves and cares and will always be true

He’ll be ...

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Two Lives

One life is swell, 

the other is a living hell. 

Trying to bridge the great divide, 

but the chasm is too wide. 

Chasing light where darkness resides. 

A grey goose gouges my eyes, 

pecks my mind. 

Naked. Nowhere to hide. 

Cowering to the joker inside. 

Praying God sends his army

to help me make the climb,

out of the abyss to my sober life. 

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Empty Mirror.

Is sobriety killing my creativity?
Or is it better off this way?
It's hard to find some comfort in this
When all I know is pain

I couldn't go on much longer
With the way I was feeling inside
But who am I now that I'm sober?
Loss of identity will reside

Let me feel the lines of your hands
From your finger tips on down
I don't know how to fix me
But your skin is safe and sound

My a...

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