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when the phone rings at 3:47am something must be wrong. you grab blindly in the dark to catch it on the second ring. thru your medicated haze you wrap your arms around the voice on the other side. it's your son. you know that. your beloved baby, reaching out in the pre-dawn light struggling to be a man. using only your voice, you cuddle and calm him. straining to hear every word; you wrap him in your comfort zone. i hear you, i can feel your pain, i am here always. speak to me, tell what you ...

  as the mask was lowered over my face i began to wonder...... where does my soul go when i am not in control? with my next breath came the darkness.

Sunday, August 03, 2008 coffee Category: Writing and Poetry so i laid down my pistols and sold the last of my personal stash. taking my last hit i smashed my stem on the hallway floor, ringing the bell desperately to the lockdown ward of a six month rehab, i took the first step back to the world of the living...... my mother had died and son was in the hands of strangers. i lit a cigarette with trembling hands and someone handed me my first cup of COFFEE! the rush was fantastic. syrup sweet a...

they call him Prophet! Category: Writing and Poetry he's got looks. words on the books. more talent than a room full of crooks. and now watch him spread his wings. the man has a voice with which to sing. it's too much, it's not fair. notes are swimming in the air. i can't watch i'm all thru, guess i'll leave the rest to you. {pick up the rap and pass it} Currently listening : Ascenseur Pour L'Echafaud (Lift To The Scaffold): Original Soundtrack By Miles Davis Release date: 1990-10-25

in the room next to mine was lady who peeled her skin with her finger nail until she bled. those were her bad days. you never saw them coming. not like me scribbling and painting thru half a ream of paper in one sleepless night. she was quiet almost serene as she lay there slowly coloring the sheets beneath her. i always promised not to tell so she would not get sent to restraints. instead i paced the hall, chainlighting Kools and chewing on my hair. they never had to ask. all they had to do...