Rabbit Hole

It seems that Alice has gone and done it again

Strayed too far from home and fallen further in

Ages have passed since her childhood adventures

Her downward spiral now brought swiftly to an end

As she crashes hard on once familiar ground

 

 

No more characters bending wild imaginations

For the clock has stopped ticking as Rabbit

found himself late again for the very last time.

 

 

Long gone is the Caterpillar, as all that remains

is the empty husk of an abandoned chrysalis

While the stench of stale smoke fills the air

 

 

The Hatter locked away deep in the confines

of his tragically warped and dangerous mind

Deemed too far gone to ever be rescued

 

 

And the Queen of Hearts hasn’t held court

Since the Cards buried her in white roses

After loudly shouting “Off with her head!”

 

 

This new land pales in comparison

to the Wonderland of her colorful youth

No longer does her imagination run wild

As shades of grey now preside over all

And the future seems desperately bleak

 

 

Looking back on it all now she wonders

about the validity of her grasp on sanity

Was all that she experienced genuine

or did she fall victim to a horribly vivid

surrealistic nightmare?

 

 

Was the trip she took a key to her inner self

or just a precursor to this plunge into oblivion?

The rabbit hole a chance to get acquainted

with her creativity and imaginative mind or

just a clumsy fall into a hole in the ground?

 

 

Pondering this as she picks herself up

Alice catches a glimpse of something familiar

She turns to see a very old and haggard

rabbit in tattered clothing clutching tightly

to a broken pocket watch

 

 

The last thing she hears before the skies

swallow her in eternal darkness is the voice

of her old friend Rabbit saying

“Very sorry to bring you this news Miss Alice,

but I am afraid we have BOTH run out of time.”

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Day One

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

Day One

 

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

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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…

~

Day One.

Warrior Phoenix

These eyes have seen, and this body has felt

Many years of adversities and obstacles

Trials and tribulations.

I have stepped much too close to the edge

Played with fire, burned badly by the flame

Been left weary and weak

Tried and tested, pushed and proven

Rocked and rolled, left for dead

To see light of day again

My self my opposition, a worthy adversary

To you I can only find these words to say

Listen closely and take heed

 

Go ahead

Knock me down

I will get up

 

Keep on

Knock me down again

Again I will get up 

 

Persist

Push me over yet again

Once more I stand

 

Be strong

Drive me down hard

I lift myself smiling

 

That all you got?

Send me reeling this time

Joy accompanies my ascent

 

Throw me over

Painful reminders of long ago

Pride sees me up one more time

 

Grind me into the dirt

Weakened I continue to stand

Stand and fight for my life

 

No longer can you make me fall

I watch your expression;  surprise

Laughing, I rise one last time

 

I rise like the Mighty Phoenix

As you, my Demons, realize

That you are truly FUCKED

 

I am a warrior, and will rise

Repeatedly from the ashes

To soar high above you once again

Celestial Sentinel

  I wake once more to the light of a new day. As I shake off the cobwebs left by another peaceful night’s slumber, I have no choice but to smile. I am by myself in my quiet morning world, but by no means am I alone. My companion this day and all days prior is all around me and within my very soul. With each new day of courageous perseverance and clarity of the mind, she gains a stronger hold on my security, sanity, and peace of mind.

  Times have not always been this relaxed and carefree however. My life’s journey thus far has had great triumphs, but has also been plagued with very dark and disturbing travels through worlds of hurt and despair. Whether self inflicted or brought by the hands of others I have felt true anguish.  This wretched affliction is not abolished from my current reality now, but merely lies dormant waiting for my divine protector to lose her grasp on my safety in a momentary lapse of concentration.

  This ethereal energy that surrounds me and keeps me sheltered from the bombardment of temptation and the trickery of tragedy is unwavering in her vigilance. It must surely be an exhausting task to look after someone such as myself. Most certainly my past indiscretions, the playing of dangerous games, and my countless dances with the DEVIL have left her battle weary and burdened.

  This day my heart is rich and my spirit is light, but I must always be mindful of the fact that the dark realities of my compulsions, addictions, and deadly desires lie in wait to be the ruination of my very soul. My Guardian Angel protects me, but I must also lessen her strain by acknowledging my weaknesses and taking avoidance of the most obvious perils that remain to see me fall again. This much I owe to the one who keeps guard of my remaining sanity and protects me from myself.

  The depths of gratitude I feel for this unseen entity are immense and immeasurable. The debt I owe I can never repay. For without the divine intervention of my devoted defender, I most assuredly would have encountered a fate worse than death.

  I am happy today and my thoughts turn to hope. The hope that I will be accompanied by this true warrior spirit for the rest of my days. I want to feel her watchful eyes upon me until my proper time has come and I am peacefully carried off to the kingdom of light and love.

Portrait of a senseless tragedy (Fatal Addiction)

    Tortured souls and darkened hearts, hardened by the atrocities the eyes have looked upon with casual indifference for so long. Beauty seems lost to the sensibilities of the spiritually barren beings whose sole purpose is to keep kindled a meaningless existence. The potential damned and the inherent beauty never realized is the tragedy of reality when the perception becomes one of complete absence of self worth.

   Was it really so long ago when things were much different? When the path that led to this dark place was not so overwhelmingly present? When exquisite grace and soft sensibilities could still be glimpsed in the mirror?  In remembering those times it seems like just yesterday, but somehow, as things have become excruciatingly evident, also seems like a million years have passed since that time of carefree innocence, and the signs of things to come were not so foreboding.

   This must serve as a constant reminder that far too often the other cheek is turned away from the horrific truths and the worlds sons and  daughters are left to join the ranks of the walking dead, as the flame that is their spirit and will to survive flickers in the breeze and is finally extinguished by the cruel hand of fate.