
Edited cover art for the Alcoholics Anonymous text, a/k/a the "Big Book." Artist unknown, originally found here.
Self-flagellation is
the mode of the day.
It won't be pretty,
so please
look away.
Splinters protrude
from my bloody back.
This yardstick's broken,
grab one fresh
from the stack.
Too spent to cry,
too broke to spend.
The luxury
of apathy
I cannot defend.
Anger is moot,
discussion is brutal.
Hate to its ends,
passions many,
are futile.
Loneliness,
emptiness.
But what of faith?
Another bad jest,
a whimsical wraith.
Stupid fragments
from an addled mind
whose inner comittee
critiques in
a manner unkind.
Moebius marathon,
infinite and ceaseless.
Excersize ball,
steel hamster wheel,
greaseless.
The old junkie,
long departed,
speaks from beyond,
"Girl, dont get
me started."
"I chose you,
make no mistake.
The main war is over.
Give yourself
a damned break."
"Tommy, it's tough."
"No @!$%#," he replied.
"It's not like
I could choose
the day that I died."
"The nightmares refuse
to leave me alone."
"I know," he nods.
"But look how
you've grown."
"Growth? You're kidding."
I light up a smoke.
He counters,
"So, a liar am I?
That's one hell of a joke."
"I swore to you that
I'd haunt your ass
if you, my draft pick,
used over my death.
Too soon did I pass!"
Tears freshly flow
down my dumb face.
"Dude, I can't bear
any more of
this place."
"Dry your wet eyes,
then open that book."
He points to the shelf.
"Page 168.
Go take a look."
"It's blank!" I growled.
"No it ain't, kid. Think.
Personal tales of
those gone before,
their lives on the brink."
"168 is empty," I sighed.
He chuckled this wee hour.
"Kid, it's a gift
from your
Higher Power."
"It's no coincidence
that this page is bare.
Because, dear girl,
your story
goes there."
I never liked poetry growing up, but but between Sedekka, Djehuty, Winsome and you, I'm gaining a fondness and appreciation for it. Thank You.
Strange that you would mention him. I read his 'Never Punch a Tree' earlier today. I should have included him on the list. As far as the others I mentioned, I would start with Sedekka Islam. She's very gifted.
Hello Queen Fugi. I was waiting for something like this. Yours are the words or the trues of poetry, the kind that are naked and exposed, no disguises or costumes.
These are the ingredients of poetry. Not the finely decorated metaphors and insinuations. The bold "Here's Hell Please Have It." that makes reading my pleasure and sharing my struggles with (at least you) a mutual, even playing field.
Glad we wound up on the same team, whoever drafted you.
Wow! Really? You had told me about Tommy's influence on your life, but never did I know he stood in that gulf for you. No wonder your respect for him remains infinite. As it should.
Its a good 'un.
Poetry starts with truth, and that is why you can always spot tricksters trying to be poetic. I try to write one piece a week. My discipline is to empty all my thoughts and imagine a blank page, waiting for a clear line or two to appear from nothing. I rationalize it as my muse appearing next to me then whispering into my ear. Its not as pleasant as it sounds, its pretty difficult, especially when you feel you don't hear her as clearly as you should, but when she grabs you and lines bleed from your writing hand in the instant it pops into your head, its almost orgasmic.
Writing poetry is good for you fooj, I know it helps to keep me relaxed and stay sane and true.
Fair enough, creative writing does take a chunk of time. Don't let go so easily though. Its a gas to see one you'd swear came out of nowhere.
Is your Mom's work published? I'm in a rut right know so reading up on other people's stuff.
Hope you and Shorty are both good.
Hello? She's your Mom. It's up to her and you and no one else. Just curious about the genes is all.
;-)
I would assume permission to take their vehicle out for a joy ride
Please? I have gas money.
Cut my life into pieces, this is my crazy train, suffocation, no breathing, don't really care cuz I got no self-esteem?
Too cliche, methinks. I want to ride a horse.
That has delightful implications. Did I tell you about my spurs?
I'm too up for some.
Story of my life.
Is it a little warm in here or is it just me?
Hey Fugie... Sorry I'm late, been a little busy.
Everyone should have a Tommy in their life. Someone to lift you up and make you feel like you matter. I'm glad he was there for you, or you might not have been here for us.
My life is enriched by knowing you and Darro. I know that anything is possible...
take care friend... (((hug)))
hi fugi, i AM late to your article. i have been so out of touch with everyone. i read your poem and it really does hit close to home in a lot of ways. i have not gone all the way through the 12 step thing. i have been at odds at times with the aa tenens myself.i believe that substance abuse, and especially addiction and mental illness go hand-in-hand. i really don't see how they can be separated. i would agree that as far as your basic aa meeting, the question of mental health issues might be...i don't know, really. but it has to be apart of recovery, i think. i know that, as for myself, i was not in my right mind, trying to virtually drink myself to death the last 2 years before God stepped in and straightened my ass out. i held a job, and i worked hard for a friend who was there for me. he carried me, to be sure, but he knew i was sick physically and mentally and he had the love and caring of others, and the patients of a...but, there was, of course, a long-running fight with depression that i feel was, if not responsible for, at the very least it was a symptom of my alcoholism (or vice versa).but in any case, i thank you for this poem, it helps. i have lately been kicking my ass over things that happened years ago, and dredging up old crap that i have been carrying around and have yet to make peace with. this is a complete waste of time, and actually interferes with my life and just kinda cancels out the thing God has forgiven me for. i am trying to deal with these issues (problems?) as best i can, by myself, and that ain't good.fugi, i would appreciate it if you have any advice, suggestions. i see you as strong and you certainly have good stuff to say. please holler at me if you ever get a chance. thank you.luv,ron
hello, luvthank you for answering so quickly, fugi. i have completed some of the 12, but not all. i was in rehab twice, years ago, and i did some of those at htat time. some i did over time in the last many years. i have made my amends, ect. many, many times, hahahah. in fact, i still find myself apologizing. that is, i guess at the root of what i meant by still rehashing, in my mind, things i've done to myself, and those i've hurt by the drinking. i, like a lot of people, maybe, hurt mainly myself, but, we do have an impact on others, nonetheless. it can't help but impact others, theiy have to put up with ya. but i really did a number on me. i am one of those with no self-esteem or ego...whatever you call it. so the worse i felt about myself, the worse i treated myself...the worse i treated myself, the wor...see?right now, i have no close resources for help. this being a very small town (glen rose, tx.) if an aa chapter gets started, it doesn't last long. i really need to be in a counseling program but that isn't available either. thats why i am grateful for people like yourself who are willing to share what you know, luv. and as always, anything is appreciated.i do have, as i said, things i am not in agreement with in the aa philosophy. essentially i don't agree with calling non-members, or those who have not gone through the steps, 'dry drunks'. i feel that we have had enough names and labels hung on us by family, friends, enemies, and especially society as a whole, that we should know better, and have more sympathy (empathy) for our bretheren (sisteren ?) to be hanging one more on...ourselves. our addictions are what we share in common, and many of the things that lead to it. should we not be more keenly aware...more finely attuned to the pain that labels cause us?i'm sorry, that probably sounds...self-serving or just plain whining. i have never had anyone say that to me personally. maybe they did and i never heard them, i don't know. but i have heard some refer to others with that term and i always felt anger, and a little sad...for them.again, i apologize, fugi, i got a lot of anger built up over the years. i think that is a problem also. but being alone for so long, as i have been, has a tendency to do that. i really need the counseling, luv. there are just too many things i need to deal with, and i can't on my own.please, i don't want you to have the impression i am an old fart @!$%#ing at the world, or pissing in the wind. and i do thank you for your kindness, luv, it is a blessing.luv,ron
Ron,
You have value to many people here, me included of course. Do not sell yourself short!
(((Hugs!!)))
luv, Mary
(((Hugs))) to fugi too!
...yes...
luv,
ron
Look, I came all the way over here on my own gas money to tell you I agree, you have much value. I always am glad to have you comment on my column, Ron, and get a lot out of what you post.
i, mary and darro, my friend, i am sorry, i took over this article and that wasn't my intent. i really wanted to thank you, fugi, for your insights and the good stuff you do. yall arte some really good friends. i've had a dream from years ago, that i wanted to help other alcoholics. i had changed my dgree from a general business degree to social work, with that desire. i never got to realize that dream. i would love to return to it some day and finish my degree and be a counselor.. thank yall so much for being such fine people. i i love you all.luv,ron
p.s. actually, i thought the question was if i had LOST myself. there are many times that the answer is yes. i have been in that mode for awhile. but it will pass, it always does...well...
Hey Ron, I think that it's great that you want to help othersby being a counselor, but help yourself first. You are important, take care of you!
We all lose ourselves at times... For me it was my friends who helped me find my way back. Life can suck and really beat you down. I find myself continually picking myself up to start again. But each time I was beaten down, a lesson was learned. I am a much wiser person because because of those lessons. And I like the person I have become.
Mary
I don't feel like a very good person right now. I don't like my new job, new struggle and I feel like I am in an I Love Lucy skit every time I go to the office.
What is life for? I really don't want a bucket of cliches. I want like a destination map, a set of rules to get there, and the abililty to run night and day toward that target.
I used to say that life was a race toward death I'm dying to win.
Shoulda brought roses instead of thorns...SORRY
hey Darro,
It's no fun if you know where you re going! I look at life as an adventure and everything I do as an opportunity to learn. So you must ask yourself, What is the lesson I am being taught here? The quicker you learn it, the quicker you will move on.
I'm sick of school, ma.
Well Fugi, my CT is whack. I just see this. Thanks for your help all. The waters are settled. I keep forgetting to breathe.
hey yall, my computer wont let me even get on the internet right now, so i am barrowing a friends.darro, please hang my friend, i will pray for you and hope that you will find what you need and a way to get 'er done. i am here anytime, well, i will be as soon as i can get my computer to work. but i do have a phone, so if you ever need to talk, just holler at rebel rebel and she can give you the #.fugi and mary, i love you both. thanks for gthe support, my luvs...luv,ron
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