Hey Little Sister

December 29

Hey Little Sister

Who pulls the trigger, you or I, in this Shotgun relationship?   Is it more to the point if you slit my throat or if I slit my own?  I only ask for the sake of expedience, rudeness was never my intent.  I know we both wish this dilemma resolved with due speed and precision where possible.  I am not as concerned with my survival as much as neatness all around.  I hate to leave you with a mess and I would tuck my tail and go, but I have tried that before and still we end up here, so let’s end this shall we and hope that there are better worlds than this to find after we have shattered the sugar egg we used to live in.

Tend your human ivory

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I AM

I am unloved though most everyone loves me

I am unwanted though there are those who stand in line

I am unknown though people who’ve met me never forget

I am unconscious though I seem awake

Because today it is about how I feel not what is real

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

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

Blind Man's Bluff

August 18

Blind Man’s Bluff

Turning your head to see doesn’t help when you have a blind eye.  All the rotation in the world won’t restore your sight.  Addressing life problems with a solution involving spin is counter productive and sometimes counter clockwise to boot.  If I find I just can’t see, then maybe it’s time to listen better and compensate for my shortcoming through some other action.  Turning away doesn’t help and walking away is worse.  When I am blind in one eye and can’t see out of the other stepping up to the plate may not be an option, but I still need to find a way to stay in the game.

Molt bad ideas

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PUBLIC PRIVACY

My public privacy is protected

By my smile not my scowl.

Maintaining boundaries as I travel

The common areas of life

Is more readily accomplished

By a pleasant demeanor than a dark stare.

I have used negative attitude

And found myself outside of my own protection.

The buoyancy of my manner keeps surface tension

A natural and acceptable reality.

Hooded behavior drags every interaction

Into suspicion.

When I make part of my business

To put others at ease

It is easier for me to preserve

My business as my own.

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

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

Self-Seeking is a Debt

September 21

SELF-SEEKING IS A DEBIT



Trying to get credit for everything I do has run me into debt in my anonymity account, which draws directly from my humility bank. I cannot expend my resources seeking acknowledgement and expect to retain much dignity or class. How can I build within while constantly grasping for nods and smiles from scenery and landscaping? I want approval so much that I have lost my center. In an attempt to top the charts I forgot my song. My ego writes checks that my soul can’t cover. I run my potential into the red looking to get my name in black and white. If I keep my name out of lights I have a chance of building up my dignity.


Own your own blocks.