I cleaned my entire house including under the kitchen sink … where I found a previous residents drug stash.

Having had my day with such activities I was blindsided by the unexpected and got triggered.

I had drug using dreams last night for the first time in more than a decade and found myself having thoughts of…

I flushed twice.

The glitter  lost her luster.

Paranoia’s all the rage.

We’re staying in and looking out.

Too scared to turn the page.

It’s something in the water?

No, it’s something in the air.

Its’ cool now in the evening

I miss that I don’t care.

The meetings, so important.

They come in two’s and pairs.

To speak in rhymes in torrent.

Spreading hope, and no one cares.

Except Karen, who’s going solo.

Secretly despises chairman Jim.

She saw him at Club Soho.

Years ago, ignored by him.

So much drama and then silence.

To make the pain frame into word.

And in a perfect stream of violence.

Where tears of laughter are absurd.

Slim left, but he stayed sober.

More or less for reasons spite.

It’s not that they were all so wrong.

It’s just so weird to be that right.

Eight hundred fifty followers.

Many far fewer views.

Where did everybody go?

I’m still here, so spread the news.

I’ve been writing and reposting.

To the super human crews.

They speak in a foreign tongue now.

About depression blogging blues.

There’s no preaching in the pulpit.

No more tithing paying dues.

There might be someone saying prayers.

But the numbers will be few…

There once was a woman named Irene.

Who lived in a bus shelter I seen.

She yelled day and night.

To all those in her sight.

But went silent in the days quarantine.

Life was mired in the drama.

Lost in pain and strife.

It got tired like that threesome.

Which one of you is wife?

They talk of hole in doughnut.

The one they can’t fill.

Happiness is all the rage.

Choose your poison. Get your fill.

It’s darker now at midnight.

Can’t sleep till almost dawn.

Seems like sometimes such a waste.

Then puff… It’s done and gone.

So now it’s all eternal.

All spirit, love and God.

It may be time to just let go…

Smile wave and nod.

I never met Peter… however I regret not knowing this rule as a younger man .

The rule simply stated that until you were intimate with someone at least 10 times… DON’T make any major decisions about that person: such as

1.Marry them.

2.Move in with them.

3.Say’ “I love you.”

I believe that with a better press agent, Peter Bacon could have won the Nobel Peace Prize with this brilliance.

He was an ad man in earlier life who swore that any problem involving negative human emotions could be solved with kindness and love.

I put it to the test and have found it to be true. It didn’t come easy, however Mort changed me.

I loved the man, especially the sound of his voice that spoke often of love and kindness.

The problem I have right now Martin (Mort) Walsh is I miss you.

Brian said it best; “God bless you and keep you safe on the next part of the journey old friend.

I need to pee, I’m on the train. 

Smiling bright, expecting rain.

I’m at that age where I don’t care.

Except when i do.

Which is getting rare.

I find a corner.

Where i can go.

Someone screams.

At me…

I know.

All in my head.

I sit in pain.

The sun shines bright.

Expecting rain.

I feel her rise at centre stage.

That spotlight shine on dear old rage.

The winds of change are circumspect.

Bang that drum… demand respect.

I’m older now, can cool that rise.

Looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes.