Stroke.

These pieces I write are more often than not attempts to grasp at my own strength.  I write in order to feel myself a little better, feel my pain better, feel my anger better, feel my happiness better.  Acceptance of myself is the goal, a re-joining of what I've forced apart.  Fear has been my most common weapon against myself and by exploring my less socially acceptable parts I'm a little more able to fight back my typical urges to throw myself out with the bath water.  Don't get too worried here folks.... all I'm saying is that for me to feel like a productive adult I need healthy self-evaluation.  I'm not at risk, I'm at a point in my life where I feel I can really make a difference in the quality of the rest of my life through some healthy (critical) introspection.  Thanks for the emails though.  Just read mah shit and enjoy, I not gunna off myself.  And if you would like to comment on something you read please do so in the comment boxes below each entry so that our little community can join the convo.  K THX BAI.

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STROKE

There.
Wings unclaimed.
Come.
Stand where the last had fallen.

Mind and mythic mana
Incorporate grace
Into bone and sinew.
Nerves will come.

Flight spurred by
New cells.
My divine cancer,
Forcing movement from absence.

The memories undead,
Reason to awaken
From self patronizing stroke.
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