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Archive for September, 2016


    I was recently asked by a close Friend if I could write a poem about Alzheimer’s, I was humbled, and knew that it would be a challenge. I say this because it’s very challenging to imagine what people who suffer from this disease actually go through, to  step inside their shoes and understand the tremendous toll it takes on their bodies and minds. It must be just as hard on their family members too, knowing there is no cure at this time for it, and they have to watch their loved one suffer through such a horrendous time in their lives. So I took the challenge on. I wanted to pay homage to the ones that have suffered from this disease, or have had a loved one affected, by writing about the feelings and emotions that they might be dealing with or have dealt with during the different stages as the disease progresses on. It’s called “INSIGHT OF THE FIGHT”   I’m 65 now, But I’m afraid I’m in for my toughest fight, They say I’ve been diagnosed with something I can’t control, I wish they weren’t telling the truth, I wish they didn’t know what they were talking about, But I’m sorry to say I think they were right, There is no way to […]



    I remember back then, When I had my hands raised to the sky, askin’ the Heavens, “how do I fix this?”, I didn’t want to be on that chart of all those unfortunate fatal addict statistics,  “Why me?” Self-pity surrounded, To be specific and simplistic, What’s the point of me livin’, if I was engulfed in a hopeless existence?, Sufferin’ with disorders and a sickness which everyone had to unfortunately witness, Substance abuse, Severe depression, Was I born with this? Anxiety too,  Is there a way for me to unequip it?,   So, I wrote and I wrote about it, Somehow satisfied in my sinkin’ sand of sadness, Not sure how, but I became ‘one’ with the anger and all the madness, Holes in the sheetrock, couldn’t express my feelings right, so that’s the way I always Had to have it, Cryin’ till my eyes hurt,  Yet, Kept writin’ to what I figured could eventually be to the masses, Maybe have people take a second look at the severity of depression and suffering addict’s actions, Not just the stigma that’s judged and only seen through clouded glasses,  And,….  For all I knew, they would just stand back, look at me, The wreck,   All together just start shakin’ their heads questionin’ and laughin’, It […]


    To me, workin’ hard everyday is harmony, Just bein’ able to “show up” for the day is just as sweet, Bein’ Burnt out is not an option, When I see life’s challenges now I welcome them, All excited,  Fired uP,  And can now finally enjoy fighting against any adversity’s heat,   But, Seeing as though improving and learning in life is never done, it’s a job that I always openly meet, I can only try my best at whatever I do, to someday make a little dent, and in the smallest way complete, I’ll never be close to perfect, But one things for sure, I always sold myself short before, and I’m all set with the disgusting taste and swallowings of defeat, I ate so much of it that there were many days that I couldn’t even floss it from my teeth,   So, This is for you Defeat: To you, I produce these written sheets, A special way to convey that I Will Never Give Up, I’ve come to give it 120 percent with every single year, month, day and week I wake up to and greet, And if you that you’re gonna school me in each and every heat, I have a Bolt’s “NEWSFLASH”, There’s no reason for you to come up to the line anymore to compete, You were always tryin’ to drain me […]


    Every mornin’ wakin’ up, was like a mindstate of unexplainable explosion, Unable to deal with life itself, So minute after minute was an immediate rage filled aggravation explosive, Brainwaves being washed away with all the chemicals I was enclosed in, Brain currents were one big beach erosion, Clear thinking was out the window,  Brain cells were helpless vegetables that were sadly shriveled up and decomposin’,   Addiction held the reigns, It had full control of my core and epicenter, It definitely, without a doubt, wasn’t purposely chosen, It was stallin’ my self growth and progress, Referred to him as Mr. Freeze because he had me stuck in his chamber, Austin Powers frozen, Years and years of constant substance abuse, There wasn’t a single day that I wasn’t down in the dumps, eyes closed and dozin’, I tried to open my eyes to face the world, but the doors to reality kept slammin’ in my face and Instantly closin’, Didn’t wanna face the man I had become, so the sadness just became a complicated form of bottled up emotions, Didn’t wanna face my feelings either,  It was only causing loved ones constant worry, Chaotic communication and commotion,   Still I couldn’t put change into action, not even the closest idea or “know […]




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