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Night Terror

Sleep sets in I arrive in my nightly scene 

cast of haze inside this place

quite an eerie thing

This is where the darkness waits again, fix your mind this is in your brain

Sense of dread within, as I walk through bloodstain 

I pray for ease of this strain 

Lift the chain

How long must I do this in vein 

The occasional horror I am trapped 

as if I’ve been grabbed by a force unseen, I can’t scream in my dream 

Always silent it would seem

I can’t breathe, I’ve been seized 

Something has a hold on me

A phantom it must be

I can’t move, I want to be free

Sliding down the wall I collapse trying to yell

hhhellp! HHhelp!! 

It comes out 



Groundhog Day 

Go to sleep another day in vein Tried to drown my sorrows and all that pain

Four drinks in and I didn’t feel the same 

As a matter of fact I couldn’t feel a thing

Something happens at around twelve drinks in

When I’m all alone and feel like I don’t have a friend 

I turn the bottle up again thinking I should do myself in

I get angry and destroy everything around

I drank enough whisky to put an average man down

Why am I here again I say with my head low 

What happened to me I do not know

I don’t understand how it’s all turned to shit

It’s everything, I just don’t get it

Everything is spinning I need to lay down 

This is as good as any this spot on the ground

My head is humming buzzing in my ears

It’s the same thing again, I’ve been doing for years

My nightly prayer was to let it end

So I didn’t have to wake up like Groundhog Day and do it again

Waking in the morning angry at the world

Wife says what’s wrong with you, I say I woke up, what a pearl

I’m sick of this stuff 

She was the one who had it rough

When it hurt bad enough I finally stopped 

I remember praying a lot

I started going to meetings and just didn’t drink 

I started listening to people I didn’t even know 

Because they were sober and I had no place to go

Someone told me I should be proud of myself for being a jerk

It was the culmination of my entire life’s work 

I should be happy and give myself a pat on the back 

He asked if that made me angry, I wanted to give him a smack 

I said yes

He said, that’s because It’s true you’re really a mess

The good news is you never have to feel this way again

All you have to do is change everything my friend

I have to admit I didn’t know what he meant then

He said what are you willing to do to get sober again

I’ll do anything, I want it to be over

Since then I’ve made many less mistakes when I started over

By doing whatever it takes, willingness to change has set me free

I had to trust somebody else so that I could see my drinking wasn’t the problem, the problem was me.

I had a living hell of a life that I created 

I let go and was emancipated 

God will set you free if you trust in him and do the work

Test the theory and see if it’s true begin to pray and it will happen for you, even I stopped being a jerk!
Recovered Alcoholic, Jason

Good Night

Writing in starlight as I shoot for the moon

Smell the lilac in bloom and feel the evening dew

I listen to the cricket song playing in the night

See the fruit bats taking flight

Headlights pass deceiving my eye changing shadow as they drive by

Quiet and stillness take hold, a bit muggy but not cold

looking at a bog shaped like a bowl, it’s filled with fog muck and mire

I’m so calm, I yawn with a stretch and then I retire


Why’s Everybody Hiding

I love it when I come into contact with real people, that are not afraid to be their true self. Here’s a story of an inquisitive young man. As he walks out into the world he sees seemingly everyone running around frantically everywhere, trying to find a good hiding place. He calls out to one of them why’s everybody hiding? The man replies, we have to hide or the one of the monsters will terrorize us. What monsters he says? Conformity, Judgement, Gossip, and the Politically Correct monster. That doesn’t make much sense because this is all wide open space and there are really no good hiding places. The man says, we just pretend to be something else, like a tree or a car. The young man shakes his head a little and say’s that’s ridiculous, it’s obvious to everyone, that all of you people are pretending to be something your’re not. The man says, well that’s just what we do. Everybody knows it and nobody says anything. Unless someone thinks they don’t have to hide and then we’ll talk about them. OK?, strange?. thanks for clearing that up sir.

It seems most everywhere I go, everybody is hiding, either part or all of themselves behind some sort of concocted persona they’ve made up. Only showing you what they want you to see. Most are constantly worried about the perception of everyone else. How does my house look (outwardly), what kind of car do I drive, what do I do for a living, what does my spouse look or act like, do my children behave well and have acceptable manners, and so on. Meanwhile, most often everything is not as it appears, they may be miserable, in debt up to their eyeballs, having abuse or other scandals behind there golden doors. How many times do we see people who seem to “Have it all” end up in total crisis or dead. Happiness is an inside job it is not external.

I think that sounds like an awful lot of investment on all fronts with no real dividends. Especially considering nobody else really appreciates anyone having more or better of anything. Usually people that talk smack talk smack no matter what. The confines of fitting the norm and being like everyone else is like the stepford wives to me. People rob themselves of there true character and freedom of self expression because of fear. Oh, gasp, you shouldn’t, you can’t, what will people think, what will they say?

They will say what they will say. In fact “People” may take great delight in having something to talk about, especially if they can place themselves above you by assassinating your character or worth.

I say please above all else be true to yourself. Seek what makes you happy, not everyone else. This is your life, this is it, enjoy every possible minute. I avoid people that have it twisted, because it’s all an illusion, King Solomon said all of his vast wealth was like sand falling through his fingers.

This is a poorly paraphrased story from Genesis that I thought of before writing.

When Adam and Eve ate from the tree of knowledge in the garden of Eden (after God told them not to) They realized they were naked and immediately covered themselves. God came into the garden and they hid from Him. God already new what they had done. God said why are you hiding yourselves.

They had everything they could want, but there was more to be had.

I am rich beyond measure, and you are also, “if” you have your values correctly placed. Love everyone, including yourself’ ~ J ~

It all Happened in an Instant!

I’m in the convenience store waiting at the checkout to pay for my gas. As I stand there, I’m flipping through my IPhone and this scrawny thug life looking Slim Shady wannabe walks in. I noticed him right off because he came in with a bad attitude. I’m standing in line and this clown, steps up right in front of me but away from the counter and not in the line. I get a little aggravated, he’s kind of close and I’m thinking is this fool’s going to try cutting in line? I guess he thought he was a gangster. He quickly reached to his waistband with his left hand and I registered immediately “WEAPON!” He drew a handgun! I don’t know what happened it was like I was on autopilot. Before he was able to completely draw the weapon I was on him! My arm went across his, as if it were the blade of a sword, parrying down trapping his arm. I simultaneously hammer-fisted the the edge of my phone into the side of his face just forward of his ear, then turning his head, taking him down, slamming his head on my knee where the base his skull and top of his spine meet. Taking further control of the gun hand with a wrist lock, I rolled his arm up as if to coil a rope. Pushing him by his face to the ground with the force of inertia, I stepped over him circling around his body like a snake. Finding myself on top of him, with the mussel of the gun he held in his own hand, buried deep in his chest, directly over his heart. I pull his finger “CLICK!” The gun wasn’t loaded. I wrenched it from his hand and struck him across his cheekbone and jaw. I said “I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU!” A perfect line opened up and blood started to come out of his face where the slide apparently cut him. I cleared the weapon and threw it on the ground. I rolled him over twisting his arm as if to wring out a rag as I got up. I was so angry when I thought of the innocent people this scumbag frightened and endangered. I kicked his twisted arm at his elbow, I heard a gravelly crunch as it broke, as he screamed out. I turned to the people there and said, if he moves giggle the arm, he’ll do what you want. I picked up my phone and left, I’ll never forget how quiet they were. I never did get my gas, it all happened in an instant.
Jason Byers
I thought I’d change it up today, let me know what you think, and as always enjoy your life, ~ J ~