Category Archives: Addiction

Sobriety – Original Poem

One last drop of this addictive liquid paradise
The circus in my blood has run dry
Reality is the crypt keeper on the other side of the mirror

Dry, warn and distraught
The locomotive has crashed into a cement wall
No more running
No more false blindness to the world

You need the next fix of this obsession
The demon’s juice is your friend
It flows in the river of dreams
It floats in the cloud of imagination
It shelters from the army of depression

One more you say to yourself
If only one more

The glass is empty
The dreams are drowning in the emptiness that is now the abyss of dignity

It weathered your courage, raised the bar of acceptance and provided a bed to a lonely soul

A devoted fan now a pawn of detox
Strings from above control you now
Forced into a movement of acceptance
Applauded by a world now free from isolation

The music begins and you dance the dance of the rascals and goblins
They laugh as you body dries up to the sadness of life


My Addiction – Original Poem

You are my addiction
The drug I cannot get enough of
My inspiration in a world that needed a voice

You shouted from the roof tops a harmony of lullabies and rejoiced in the simplicity of lifes pleasures

Inhaling your wisdom is intoxicating
Absorbing the flow of you fumes releases a power so strong

On my own now
Remembrance of the teacher
From the inside out, you taught love
You allowed me to fall
As the bruises healed, the soul grew stronger

Refusal to accept the conquest of imagination was your weapon
The ideal dictator of a world without order, without war, without hate

You are the ultimate euphoria
Filling the cosmos with the potency of enchantment

A forest of unification
Brotherhood of man
Prejudice stricken dust to dust and left for ashes

You are my addiction

The reminder of purpose
The gatekeeper of humanity
The blessing of the divine being


Euphoria of Love – Original Poem

You are the only drug I need
Pure fuel for the dissident soul

You are the high that soars above the angel soaked clouds

Love is your name

It is a game with no beginning nor end
A journey with an uncharted path
A holy scripture not written by prophets but the pen of innocence

Virtue is kind to a heart of patience
It bears the gift of kindness
The hug of a thousand embraces

Unconscious love
At rest, yet all senses alert to its calling

It is pure as the sands of the earth
At hot as a fiery ball of gas from the stars in the heavens
It is all and nothing
An addiction so powerful
So intense
So unspeakable that silence screams

Let not this feeling die
Let it save us
Let it be our freedom


Why Facebook is so important today…

As Americans and world citizens look at the events that have transpired since 2007 to present, we are looking to others for answers. As we seemingly ended a two year recessionary period and began a new era of prosperity, we had the carpet dragged out from under us. Housing start ups are at record lows along with interest rates and mortgage rates, consumer confidence is drained, unemployment rates are staggeringly high and the security of the banking/lending industry is at risk. It is an epidemic in which each one of us is or knows someone affected by this crisis.

The 1970′s underwent a turbulent period itself. As the Vietnam war raged on sinking tax payer money into a war many of us didn’t understand and a country was being divided by pro and anti-war sentiment, we were witnessing an economic crisis at home. Gas shortages, high interest rates and dangerous unemployment were key concerns for the Ford and Carter administrations.

How do you distract yourself from the harsh realities all around you? The great emancipation is in the ability to find another addictive element to off set the pains so many are feeling. In 1972, Nolan Bushnell became a pioneer creating what may have been the greatest addictive savior of the last century. Founding the video game and home computer company Atari and thus bringing the age of video games to the household. In 1977, the Atari 2600, which would be the most financially successful of the product releases, would take us into the next decade and spearhead the age of MTV, handheld gaming devices, computer based games, Myspace, IPods and Facebook.

In a moment of crisis where budgets are tight, families are worried and a state of confusion and unrest fills the air, what greater contribution to society than a device no more than five pounds that can hold a family captive hours at a time, day after day. Whether it was Frogger, Donkey Kong, Astroids, Centipede or Star Wars, this now primitive technology won the hearts of millions and gave us a reason not to focus on our own lives.

Now a new generation is scared.
We can’t spend our money…Malls, sporting events, concerts and dining are out.
We can’t find jobs…Boredom and depression are now susceptible realities.
We can’t travel…Alternative ways to see the world must be found
We can’t drive or talk on the phone…Costs are too high…How do I keep in touch with friends and family

Mark Zuckerberg could not have had better timing in 2003 when The Facebook hit the campus scene and then the world. 2007 began our generations Great Depression. With no signs that recovery is in the immediate future, now more than ever do we need another “Great Distractor”

Thank you Facebook for giving us a tool to take our minds off of the banking and housing crisis, terrorism, unemployment, budget struggles, world trade, political unrest and gas prices. We needed a platform with games, communication channels, quizzes, video/picture sharing tools, wall posts, message boards, communities and networking capability at the comfort of your own home, mobile device or coffee shop.

Mark Zuckerberg to some is a pioneer and to others a fortunate recipient of opportunity. Either way, he is this generations Nolan Bushnell. Without Facebook, perhaps there would be another tool to help numb our minds of global conditions but maybe not. We might spend hours a day on Facebook, complain about the new format, talk about how it is taking over our lives, start theories how they know everything (which they probably do), and even make a New Year’s Resolution to quit but the bottom line is that it is doing society a much needed service.

Thank you Facebook for being the most addictive non-narcotic creating a smoke screen to over one billion people daily and sheltering us from the harsh realities.


The Spirit of Jim Morrison Lives in Amy Winehouse

Amy Jade Winehouse (September 14, 1983 – July 23, 2011)

“They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I’ve been bad but when I come back you’ll know know know
I ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go, go, go”

Rehab – Amy Winehouse

Joining the ranks of Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain and Janis Joplin, all iconic musical legends who were taken during the prime of their lives and their influence, Amy Winehouse is dead at the age of 27. Almost an eeriness of the trans-global influence and defining style of music and the age and nature of their deaths. All these artists that penetrated our souls with their own pain brought a sound and integrity to their music that few have or will again. Given the rare talent each possessed and the inner demons they fought, it is almost a Shakespearean tragedy to bear witness to their ultimate demise.

Today, Amy Winehouse was found dead in our London apartment. The cause and circumstances around her death will of course be one of tabloid laureate for weeks to come, but the bottom line is that in the scheme of long term effects on the music industry and how we remember our idols, it will not matter. What will matter is that the music will continue on for generations to come and strangely in the wake of death, her message of life will come through to many troubled youths and adults who are looking for a sign of inner peace.

I am not nor do I pretend to be an authority of Amy Winehouse, but as an appreciator of talented poets who have the ability to write lyrics and music that penetrate deep into our inner psyche and help us find clarity in moments of grey, Amy Winehouse possessed a raw honesty that was needed in the music industry. She opened up her skin and let fans around the world watch her slowly bleed to death.

Amy struggled every day with fame, talent and addition. Did she want to be famous? Perhaps not, but in her intelligence and genius, she was able to shape messages through her lyrics and admit to her fans that she had problems and was trying to deal one day at a time. She gave us answers when we were afraid to ask the questions. She reached those that were most afraid and said “You are not alone”.

It is a painful day for fans around the world, but like every event, we had a way to invoke a rippling reaction. In a time with apathy has become almost a new religion, today’s youth needed a voice. She accepted the responsibilities of the job without accepting compromise. She did not follow a path but created one. Some jumped right on board while others were hesitant to take the risk.

Isn’t that what it was all about for Jim, Jimi, Kurt, Janis and Amy. It was about fucking the establishment of compromise and etching a legacy. All these poets were innovators who were flawed. Flawed not by their addictions, but by a world that so needed them, and thus they perished under the pressure. They didn’t want to be leaders, but they were forced into a role because they were granted the destiny to invoke change in a world desperate for it.

Goodbye Amy Winehouse and thank you for letting us see the world through your eyes, even for a short period of time.


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