Power

May 29

POWER

When power arrives, it comes complete with blindfold, mask and lullaby.  I am blinded to what effect I have.  Others cannot see me, only the unchanging masquerade covering my face.  All my fears and apprehensions are soothed by the melody singing in my ear.  I am possessed.  The hard thump of the bottom reaching up to get me is my sole hope of release.  I can’t reason my way back from a trip with power; the isolation is too far-reaching, my senses numbed, my thinking biased.  Salvation as a cold smack is the jolt required.  Fire takes fire; power takes the same.

Draw your own lines then color out of them.

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Black & Dedication

The brand of equipment endorsed by my Higher Power

is built so that my hand is clasped inside

lest I feel alone or unaided.

A closed mouth and an open mind work very well

when I can manage either of them

and Step 10 works when I can’t.

I am usually the problem in my life

but I am always the solution. 

Others may change and contribute;

I am the one and only one, responsible for my happiness.

Dropping blame from my vocabulary and adding responsibility,

learning to differentiate between what is mine and what is yours;

these tools are keys and they open worlds of possibility to me.

Also they shut out the demons of wrong thinking,

wrong acting and desperation, which used to plague me.

There are still greater tools I yearn for

but like everything I must be patient

and build my muscles to handle the heavier machinery.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Matinizing

May 20

Martinizing

The price of upkeep scares me, it daunts me even.  I pay the initial cost, I have bitten that bullet of required outlay; the continued charges for maintenance push my face in the mud until my ears clog. Avoiding the need of perpetual responsibility to things, relationships, life, doesn’t change the reality; rather it embeds in my skin a slick denial and an indignant retort to the drycleaners and shoe-shiners of the world.   Waste and want play tag inside a misunderstanding of what is required of me; of what life requires in general.  I must make quietude, draw a map and find my way to this psychic change; unfortunately all the little voices scream “Yes, you paid the price to see the show, but you don’t make enough to stay!” 

Check your mileage so you know how far you’ve come

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POWER

When power arrives

It comes complete with a blindfold

Mask and lullaby

I am blinded to what effect I have

Others can not see me

Only the unchanging masquerade covering my face

All my fears and apprehensions are soothed

By the melody singing in my ear

I am possessed

The hard thump of the bottom reaching up to get me

Is my sole hope of release

I can’t reason my way back from a trip with power

The isolation is too far reaching

My senses numbed

My thinking biased

Salvation as a cold smack is the jolt required

Fire takes fire

Power takes the same