Stay Between the Lines

Try to stay between the lines.
When you think.
Stay on a straight line.
Do not veer.
Whoops, I’m going in circles.
An endless loop.
What is right?
What is wrong?
Outside the lines again.
Start over.
What is right?
Outside the lines.
Start again.
Everything is right.
I’m right.
Always right.
Between the lines.
It’s right.

RGH
7-30-19

Dark Day

I’m having a dark day.
They come and go.
The more I try not to feel dread.
Seems the more it appears.
I guess I’ll just embrace it.
No need to fight.
Something good will happen.
No need to be frightened.
Think about better times.
Go away dark day.

RGH/CB
6-24-19

They Inhabit

I think I’m crazy.

My brain is so hazy.

It’s like I’m in a daze.

Maybe it’s just a faze.

To talk to the dead.

It’s all in your head.

They talk back.

Maybe I just have a nack.

But it has become a habit.

Because they inhabit.

RGH/DPS

4-28-19

Change

I’m in the eye of the storm.

Surrounded by darkness.

Have I been here before?

What do I do next?

Tired of fighting it.

What do I need?

A magic bullet?

No one can here my cry for help.

Do I even want help anymore?

I must change.

RGH/JM

4-6-19

I Know Pain

I know the pain of heartbreak.

The pain of loss.

I know the pain of regret.

The pain of guilt.

I know the pain of addiction.

The pain of sobriety.

I know the pain of fear.

The pain of lies.

I know pain.

And once it drove me insane.

Pain is a friend.

I know well.

RGH/KW

3-31-19

That Voice

What is that voice? The one that answers when I ask myself a question. Is it me? Or someone else? Maybe it’s my soul answering. What if it is someone else’s soul.
It just might be someone you loved or that loved you. They’ve died and their soul answers your questions.

What would you call them? Guides, soul guides, or spirit guides?  My mom always said don’t talk to yourself. People will think you’re crazy. She passed on many years ago. She was a great cook. And when I cook, I find myself talking to her. It that weird?

And why do they say passed on? She died, an appointment we will all keep. My best friend got killed at the age of 25. When I hear a song from the 80’s I find myself talking to him. Especially any George Thorogood song.

So there you go now you know I’m completely off the rails. But these things I do ponder. For instance, people today don’t seem to have much time for conversation. They’re to busy staring at a cell phone.

For example, I was having dinner the other day. I observed this young couple seating close by. They never said a word to each other the whole time. They both stared at there phone and the only time they spoke was to the waiter. Maybe they were texting each other. Or maybe they were talking to that voice.

RGH

3-29-19

The Lane

I took a walk down the lane.
And I thought I’ve gone insane.

I saw the dead.
Infested with a disease.

My brain screams.
You’re in the season from hell.

No one knows but me.
No one can feel my pain.

I have nothing.
Am nothing

I search for the door.
A door to escape.

What’s next?
I will never know.

The hurt won’t last.
Then the end.

RGH
3-13-19

Just End

Is it a sin,
To want the end?

Why must I always choose?
Seems I always lose.

My thoughts I cannot tame.
And everything maims.

This speculation I must not dwell,
Because it has put me in hell.

I hear a voice in the dark.
It says you’re the beast with the mark.

I see a burning door.
And behind it blood and gore.

I try to scream.
Wake up, wake up, it was just…

RGH
3-1-19

In Between

I have a craving,
I’ve been saving.

What is it you say?
I’ll tell you another day.

Oh, don’t get bent.
I’ll give you a hint.

Knowledge of the unseen.
And of what’s after, and in-between.

So I must be brave.
Until I get what I crave.

RGH
3-3-19

A Story

I used to be bad to drink.  My friends and family said I had a problem.  I said I’m not hurting anyone, leave me alone.  It’s my life.  Then bad things started happening.

Drinking became my life, my only life.  It was all I thought about.  All day, every day and every minute.  I drank at home, at work, when traveling, and if I couldn’t drink, I was plotting how to sneak a drink.

A few years later I was alone, all alone drinking.  No one wanted to be around me anymore.  Which was fine with me.  I wasn’t hurting anyone.  It’s my life.  What’s wrong with everyone?

I had been drinking for four days straight.  Drink, oblivion,  pass out, wake up drink, drink, oblivion, wake up etc.  Wash, rinse, repeat.

I woke up at 3 a.m.  Reached for my bottle.  It wasn’t there.  I searched and searched.  What I found was my loaded 38.

I sat down with it and placed it in my lap.  I looked up and there was my bottle. Hidden in plain sight.   I automatically reached for it.  My 38 tumbled to the floor.  As I tried to catch the 38, I knocked the bottle to the floor too.

I was staring at the gun and bottle like I’d never seen them before.    It appeared I had two choices.  I chose to live!

RGH

2-1-19

Let’s Play a Game

Ok let’s play a game,
We need to reprogram your brain.

We’re going to drive you insane.
And nothing will ever be the same.

We will take you to the brink,
And there you’ll find a link.

But you don’t get to click it,
Because you already own the free ticket.

The deal’s already done.
And the fun has begun.

You didn’t know it,
But the name of the game is Dead Poet.

It won’t be rags to riches,
It will be tags and pitches.

So when your brain starts to scramble,
Try not to ramble.

As you ascend to a certain level.
You’ll be able to revel.

So put down the knife.
You’ve won free poems for life.

RGH
1-30-19