Ghost Writer

Who is this person writing in my journal while I sleep?
It's not me, I was counting sheep,
These writings are amazing, all of them I'll keep.

The pen flows by itself making beautiful rhymes,
I'd call the police, but these poems are no crimes,
This person, like I, has bright and dark times.

When I sleep, you just sneak on in,
Amazing writings you finish and begin,
I love your explanations of a tempting sin.

Every morning as I awake, there's a new one,
Whoever this is, they have tons of fun,
Drinking with others, all taking shots of rum.

Ghost writer of mine, can you write me some love?
Set me free from my cage like an untamed dove,
It will help me in life, I could use a little shove.

Your poetry inspires me to keep on writing,
Getting it down on paper is how I'm fighting,
When others read and smile, that's my liking.

Relating to your words, I put on a smile,
The way you put your words together is a beautiful style,
Ghost writer don't leave, won't you stay awhile?

I'm so excited for when I close my eyes,
One day I'll catch you writing sad poems, I'll hear your cry's,
Until then, keep writing about your lows and highs.

Music's Imagination

Hopping through the forest of Gala-lie,
Mr. J, how do I become free?
Free from the internal pain,
Pain of extraordinary confusion from my brain?

Listen to your music Kenny,
Free your brain, from so many,
It's your alter ego trying to fool you,
Of what's right and wrong,what to do?

Tripple vision of insane eyes,
Only two eyes show the other hides,
Third eye is Gods eyes watching your back,
He's there cause of your contract.

Live life like a rabbit in the head lights,
Everything that pushes you are your frights,
Watch out the train that's coming,
Actually Satan is arising.

Oh no, you picked the wrong path,
Now you get to deal with Satan's wrath,
You follow for a sec then say fuck it,
Run for days, you know Satan wants you and your shit.

Getting away you put on your head phones,
Led Zeppelin playing, you find stones,
Like when you were a little kid,
It was your hobby, getting dirty and rigid.

Left the dirt to go to the show,
Hearing all those rappers flow,
This music thing is doing me good,
Killing music, who the fuck would.

Capitol DOORS are very strong,
But I'm talking about The Doors band, you were wrong,
Free flowin loving life and animals,
The fire burns below with the coals.

Be grateful for you imagination,
It takes you to an amazing configuration,
Everything in life comes to one,
For me it's writing and I love to have fun!

Recovery In Sobriety

My recovery has taught me to a new way of life,
I've got to say it's amazing in every way,
Learned that I'm not a piece of shit,

Recovery is also teaching me, I don't have to cut with a knife.

There's been times when I've been rocketed into a 4th dimension,
Realized how much my higher power is doing for me,
I told my sponsor all of my secrets that ate me inside,
One of my biggest character defects is seeking attention.

Today, I can see the love my family gives to me,
I can show them love back, let them know I care,
Take care of responsibilities that I couldn't do before,
Have choices today that I respect and live by in life.

Working on my 9th step, which has re leaved me of pain,
The 4th and 5th step showed me how crazy I was,
This disease is patient, it hurts so many, it really does,
The whisper in your ear telling you to use, it's the voice of Cain.

On Thursday nights I go to a fire meeting,
I feel the spirit so strong, it's overwhelming,
Angels have been sent and saved me from Hell,
It's you guys and I that I'm no longer cheating.

When you read this poem, know all is well,
It's always been well, if not, it's how you perceive,
Please be careful with your actions and where you go,
Do your best, believe in yourself and you won't go to Hell.

The Dissipater

Raw, shi, raw, shi, raw, shi, raw,
Cling, clank, crack, cling, clank, crack,
The Dissipater, you just heard and saw,
You better not turn your back.

She'll grab you by the hair on your head,
Pull you esophogus out of your throat,
Torture you, but won't let you be dead,
Her sign is the possesed goat.

Screaming in pain, you just hear her laugh,
"Please let me go, I have a family that needs me,"
"Shut the fuck up you little punk." She slams you with her staff,
Knocked out, ties you to a bed, won't leave you be.

Sticking needles in you, you start to cry,
Puts a block between your ankles and crushes them in,
"Ahhhh! You Bitch!" "I love it when you sigh."
Slitting open your stomache slowly, you then do the worst sin.

You take her knife, "I'm fucking done!"
You cut your throat open, start to die,
Your last words, "Bitch you don't get to have any more fun."
Open your eyes, It's just a dream, "That dream you had, I don't know why."

Peace In Chaos

There's a smile on my face today,
Suffering through hardships is how I get to pay,
Pay others with my experience, able to help them out,
"I've been there too bud, I know what it's all about."

Helping others puts me in a state of bliss,
When I'm happy, sadness i don't miss,
Depression puts me in the darkest hole alive,
Sitting in comfort, also pain, living I don't thrive.

Fought 8 doctors for 15 minutes in rage,
Got tied to the bed, trapped in a cage,
Heart beating 100 miles per hour,
Passed out, woke up in a psyche ward, I was sour.

I helped someone out the other day,
He was in a depression, this is what I did say,
"Pray, meditate, write, slow down, I know how it feels,
Get back on your horse, soon life will give you better deals."

I feel there's peace in chaos absolutely,
Sharing my chaos could help someone flee,
Flee from their chaos, in return getting peace of mind,
Life's a journey, hopefully soon, peace I will find.