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Therapy rhyme form

Learned to control mindstateI wait for tides to subsideLike a sunrise it’s beautifulIt may be new to you but I’m mindfulBlessed daily from the giftWhenever Something AmisI return to bliss and thisPower of meditationThrough practice resignationMy heart rate slowsI centre myselfAlthough the future is unknownFar from my control I can control meDeep breaths slowlyUphold these waysPathways I must not go astrayAnother poemAnother day

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Skeme rhymes I bleed.

Present moment I hold it cherish

Inherited blue eye apparent

Embellished with blessings

Finesse my pen dressings

Resting my weary eyes

Dream of bliss I’m in the sky

Dive into devide atomic

Flying never falling

Explode flipped mode

Artistic endeavors my calling

I write on the squalling walls

Balling my eyes out my brother falled

Past of alcohol pills cheap thrills

My sequel is refilled with abundance

Run amongst with hundreds

Thousands my sound is love

Come run with…

New… About me

Through my weary eyes, I type. It is 5 am as the sun begins to rise on my side of this planet. My wife lay asleep while candles flicker throughout the house. Traditional Japanese music softly plays from the television. I don’t know why I’m writing but I do it regardless.

It’s been a very long time since I have been blogging and a lot has changed. I’m married with a step son now. And I’m sober for the first time in my life. To be honest I’ve never felt better. I am on a path; this path is beautiful.

And as I write the sun continues to rise and the music continues to play and time is slipping away into next and the best thing I can do is simply view it.

I’ve always counted my blessings. Abundant. Thankful.

There’s too much beauty in this world to waste any time in my personal opinion. So I practice love. Through various ways and means. I’ve been working very hard to better myself for my self. It’s working as my self doubt is exhaled into nothingness. Leaving me with nothing but peace.

I’m here


It’s the morning again; my favorite time to write poetry

My wife lay asleep across the room on our bed

Although things have been hard, I am optimistic

I’ve shown myself a better path, so my walk is easier

At least in the now; that fact remains

I have to continue to be mindful of the future

And live present in each moment; one after the next

I take a deep breath and ground myself; I’m alive

I remember an anxious moment yesterday

And knowing that to live is to suffer

But that thought passed; as all thoughts and moments do

I close my eyes; to simply shut them. 

Makes me calm. Collected. Present.

And I take another breath.

Where I’m going doesn’t matter; now is time

I can build towards anything; but nothing is promised

So I do not attach myself with the future

I shall cut my ties with worry and sorrow

In this pitch black sky; I am here