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Saturday, February 23, 2008
Barb Melloh Owner of Law of Attraction writes:
" What a wonderful collection of poetry which lets us see and feel your journey through life and the discoveries you have made. I could feel the emotions and remember those kinds of thoughts as I too have traveled down that road and seen a better way. It was a reminder how grateful I am for what I have today"
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SOUND OF SOBRIETY
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk crap again,
An AA meeting softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the 12 Steps that were planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of sobriety.
In restless meetings I walked alone
Bill Wilson Clones, made of stone
Neath the halo of an OLD TIMER,
I turned my collar to the 1st and 3rd Step
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A SPIRITUAL AWAKENING
That split the night
And touched the sound of sobriety.
And in the naked light I saw
A million STEPPERS, maybe more.
STEPPERS reading the BIG BOOK,
STEPPERS hearing without listening,
STEPPERS writing their 4TH STEP
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of sobriety.
ZOMBIES said I, you do not know
BUCHMANISM like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might BRAINWASH you,
Take my arms that I might 13TH STEP you.
But my words like the higher power fell,
And echoed
In the halls of sobriety
And the STEPPERS ranted and raved
To the AA god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, KEEP COMING BACK
IT WORKS IF YOU WORK IT
And the 12 STEP ZOMBIES,
Whispered in the sounds of sobriety..
PS:
You will love it, HERE!!
Michael
Great spin on the Sounds of Silence.
Thanks so much for posting on my blog. Your actually the first person to ever do so :) I haven't kept up with my site and have so many poems I should post here with explainations. Do you write poetry as well? Please post more if you do.
thanks
Ron
FRIENDS, ZOMBIES & 12 STEP BLOGGERS
lend me your ears;
I come to bury WILSON, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with WILSON, .
The noble MICHAEL
Hath told you WILSON, was PSYCHOTIC:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath WILSON, answer'd it.
Here, under leave of
MICHAEL and the rest -
For MICHAEL is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men - Come I to speak in WILSON’S funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But MICHAEL says he was a 13th STEPPER;
And MICHAEL is an honourable man.
He hath brought many“alcoholics” home to AA
Whose DRINKING STORIES, did the Church Halls fill:
Did this in WILSON, seem ambitious?
When that the “alcoholics” have cried, WILSON, had a cigarette:
EMPHYSEMA should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet MICHAEL says he was a PSYCHOPATH;
And MICHAEL is an honourable man.
You all did see that at the AA Convention
I thrice presented him an AA medallion,
Which his higher power thrice refused: was this HOW IT WORKS?
Yet MICHAEL says he was a manic – depressive scam artist, who talked to dead people;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what MICHAEL spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to LAUGH at him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And the 12 STEPS have lost their reason.
Bear with me;
My BIG BOOK is in the coffin there with WILSON, ,
And I must pause till I can borrow another one.
Dear Ron,
Leave one of your poems on my BLOG!
Peace Be With You
Michael Patrick David.
Hello Michael,
Here is a poem i wrote when I was at a low in my life ...
turmoil
silence has crept up close to me
its claws deep in my thought
impending doom is all around
depression it has wrought
desires, hopes and dreams are dead
carnage has joined the lot
they’re buried in despair and doubt
expelled into a grot
strange bedfellows these horrors are
insanity runs unabated
as smoke from hell seethes in my soul
my life has been serrated
love turns to hate
dreams to nightmares
all friends become my foes
the gray zone
is my new abode
i’m bout to hit new lows
see en h two en
plus ten h
is poison in my veins
a cauldron boils
this deadly brew
deliquescing my brains
if what you seek is logical
please walk away from me
turmoil has power over all
just wait, and watch, you’ll see
Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards
Here is one more for you
dipsophobia
never did i think twice
to raise my arm and drink
never did i worry
just how far i’d sink
i went to the bottom
of every bottle
always empty to the last drop
cause when i start
one’s to many
at a thousand i can’t stop
this thirst of mine
is here to stay
always in my head
i must remember
fools rush in
where angles fear to tread
so for today
i stay away
temptations i don’t need
a healthy fear
to unplug the jug
this suggestion i must heed
Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards
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