It’s time to introduce you all to my newest Duet partner and friend Elizabeth from Journey in Rhyme. She is an amazing poet, with a true gift for the written word. Her amazing strength in the face of adversity and courage to overcome her demons is inspiring to me, and I am sure you will draw inspiration from her positive outlook and spiritual approach to life as well. Check out her blog and see for yourself how wonderful a “journey in rhyme” can be. Penning this heavy piece about the triumph of beating down the demon addiction with her was both enlightening and therapeutic. I hope you will look her up here. http://journeyinrhyme.wordpress.com
Today is the day, I’m going to do it this time
I’m finally finished, I can leave it behind
Do you hear yourself? You’ve said it time and again
It’s eleven in the morning, I’ll see you by ten
Tick, tick, tick, tick…each one louder than the last
Skin’s starting to crawl, feet tap erratic and fast
I have the strength and courage to see this through
I just HAVE to stop, this endeavor long overdue
I am amused and laugh heartily at your expense
You know that to leave me behind makes no sense
The Tick Tock of life’s clock and all that remains is time
Time to wallow in his pitiful misery as the bells begin to chime
But I can taste whiskey in the back of my throat
Maybe this time really will be different; I’ll keep control.
Yes, yes, taste it my friend, feel the tonic coursing.
You can’t live without it, why don’t you just stop trying?
Tick, tick, tick… finger taps keeping time, mind in spiraling flux.
Compromised resolve, his needs equate to his lusts.
My all consuming thought’s drive the insanity in my head
What could be the reason for my living epitaph to be read?
That’s it, breathe in your weakness; submit to my prison
Your mind, body, and soul will be mine through alcohol’s attrition
Following the steady pour of sands through the hourglass
Time rapidly running short mimics misspent days gone past
Get out of my head! Let me be! I really want to live!
I don’t want to remain a slave to your poisonous grip
You’ve said that before, you always come back
Don’t pretend you’re so strong, power you lack
Tick.. Tick… Tick, Tock…
Like demon addiction, the timekeeper mocks
I possess everything it takes, I know this to be true
I have the ferocity and determination to be free of you
You have neither of those things you cowardly fool
Realize you’re a slave to me, the bottle my deadliest tool
As time marches forward, a shift begins to transpire
As the antagonist addiction begins losing it’s fire
A new voice sprang from within, not from mind, but heart
Vipers tongue silenced, knowledge and hope to impart
A calm began to surround him as his focus shifted
From obsession, suddenly success he could envision
Tick, tick, tick, tock
He hasn’t taken a drink, and it’s past ten o’clock…
I would like to introduce my newest duet partner. I had the pleasure of writing this dark poetic adventure with Patty at petitemagique.wordpress.com. Check out her blog and all the unique and tremendous talent she has to share with us. She is a true inspiration to me and I hope you will see the same incredible talent I have come to know. Check out “Just Patty” here http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/
In the darkest of my hours, close to midnight
When I close my eyes, longing for a merciful dream
All I get is Nightmare’s solid bite
And my mind floats downstream
Behind guise of sleep my eyes pierce the veil of night’s tide
As I follow my consciousness down this passage dark
A shiny penny for the ferryman secures my ride
Along the rivers fiery current I shall embark
The movement of the waves sooth my withered heart
While the whispers of death guide my trip
Mind and body slowly drift apart
Strangely, I feel calm on this dead man’s ship
Flames reflect in liquid pools of Limbo’s estuary
As the faces of lost souls look up from below
Cast out into nothingness, no hope for sanctuary
I feel their grief, the emptiness they surely know
I wonder what will be my destiny
When this unbelievable journey comes to an end
Shall I burn or can I finally be free?
In which direction will my soul be sent?
Reflections in the depths of my life misspent
I watch my history dance in the rivers flow
My penance for wrongful deeds and what they meant
Too late for remorse as terror of hell-fire starts to grow