Things to count on

A  blinding light from old job brakes, 

a fist goes up,  in unison we call, 

muffled spitting, and ticks out aloud.

The spirit is steadily rising not from with in,

coerced gently back from the bin,

I'll be rubbished no more, by money grabbing

bastards! above the factory floor.

Thanks to many good dried out thinkers,

who have helped me raise my fingers,

strength in my numbers, now thats one,

Remembering Bills words, up your bum.

The fight is back so tame that anger, 

a stealthy prolonged attack,

is more affective than jabbing and running back.

Thankful gratitude to all my many good friends,

with a special thanks  to all in Recovery, 

and my boys who give me untold strength.

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NO VODKA

Go to Town Byford.                                                                                         Mouse Doodling on the Mac.

Distill Your own Dreams

Listen to you hart

He's up !

Stu's View.

My Day.

                    
Up from my pit of dreams,
much like the television nothing on last-night,
today starts slow,
I mean real slow not dressed yet.

Have I /we spent to long out in the fast lane,
a life of instant response, 
jumping to please
be it our self's or others, 

note to self,
take it slow old timer, 
you don't need all the pieces in place to start the day,
use tomorrow as backup
don't carry crap all the way today. 

Good Morning All !

Its all over,
the week end that was,
that lull in tension gone,
the pressure now on,
no more exacting pressure than yesterday,
just excuses to relax removed,
four days of internal spinning, 
nudging and external interference ahead,
we get interference on our TV,
but the difference is you can turn it off.
roll on Saturday, 
Just for once can we roll back time.

Words I would like to hear today are
It will be fine go back to bed,
when normality returns it brings energy
new life, the need for bed gone. 
    

Sod a title !

Normal scribbled paper notes are illegible. 

As the brain stirs

I wish no its not a wish its just a thought

a ipad may just may get ideas down 

in text, before they get so big

so precise, exact that they never

see the light of day. 

Times of Mixed Emotions. Taking strength !

As you may have guessed things have been stacked against me
much like this flower a selfset Nicotiana, growing in concrete
for all the dogs to aim at,

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We Will Survive.    

If Life

If life is a game why do the big boys cheat,

change the rules take your money

and run, waving two fingers.