Tag: Love Addiction
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Expelled
Yesterday’s Relapse of reason Unearthed me Rebirthed me From the wounded Womb In her season Treason I say Of my mind Betrayed I thought We’d already Been through This— Bit, swallowed And chewed This… I did not Choose this— Our manic Panic Of unwedded Bliss. Thank you For the Wedding gifts! The stashes Of ashes…
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Sunset
As the Sun sets Painting A portrait Of conscious Connection My mind reels And feels warm Grounded In intention… My attention spans Wide across the Sky As colors hover In cumulus silhouette— A moment beset By this beautiful sunset… This departure From distracted actions Of my mind’s machinations, My fascinations Fading In a rise and…
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Seven
A solitary Single seven I voluntarily Mingle With Heaven… Who would’ve known That such Peace and joy I’d find Behind my mind… Sans romantic Attachment I’ve unhatched this Quality of life— A reality Without a wife. With no one On my radar Nor a narcissistic Need to feed… Today A seven On the eleven In…
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A Weathered Eye
Weathering the storm Of my human affliction Reasonable needs Mixed with addiction I find my eye Fixed on the Sky Of many happy returns… Has mindfulness Made me resilient To the moments Where I fall from Grace? Where sea salt I taste As down my face Tears I trace Leaving a glistening Trail to my…
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Am I?
Am I The cowering dog Begging for love But afraid To be beaten? Am I The beaten horse A slave To the grave Eager for Eden? Am I My mind A moving target The everlasting past Hard To forget? Am I Interpreting My own internment Savoring seconds Of developing Discernment? Am I None of these…
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Conjunct
The singer sang Of Saturn’s ascend As by the mid-moon glow Conjunct Did I descend… Heaviness Having her way As the motion Of emotions Turns tides And oceans… The mourner’s path Trudged Through open eyes The what Is what matters And not so much The whys… Feeling the never was As planet & moon Collide…
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Peanut Butter in a Bag
Today my life feels like peanut butter (and honey) in a ziplock sandwich bag. Granted, it’s all-natural peanut butter and local honey, but it feels like a fucking mess waiting to happen. I am the peanut butter and my heart is the honey. I think… And I don’t trust the bag. I have this horrible…
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Judgment Chamber
Relegated To the Judgment Chamber I find myself Confined— Chained To the claims Within my mind— I may be Just a waste Of time… Was she Or wasn’t she? Was I Or wasn’t I? I’m sure I did everything Wrong… Saving my life At the expense Of delusion Where on the surface Everything made sense…
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So Many, So Few
How is it That I could love So many But maybe It was so few? In the moment My disillusionment Makes me wonder Was any of it true? Am I crazy For thinking Each connection Meant something? Please God Let each person Have been more Than nothing… I don’t want To be that guy Sitting…
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Pipe
I don’t want to be The pipe You suck on She said Not an addition To your addiction I have feelings, too I was willing To wait for you While you Sorted this thing out Figured it out Recovered Or whatever It is you need to do… It hurt to hear that But maybe not…
Ineffable Effluence 