Exception –

“I cannot be bound to the confines of your rules. I am the exception to them.”
Truth Devour, Wantin  
 “Exceptions are not proof of the old rule; they can also be a harbinger of a new one.”
jennifer-sixx

We were together for years it seems

but those days are just part of a dream

 
 
Heaven sent but hell bound
 
for my blood scent a female hound
 
 
 
Things left a confusing scene
 
broken scars all part of the sheen
 
Your memory still at midnight prevails
for all that is wrong, it still leaves trails
 
No more tears, their long gone
buried in the shadows of woman’s song
When the afternoon’s sun turns to nights wrath, I’m left with nothing. But God.
There is way that seems right to man, in my broken mind it’s a fallacy. But God.
Lust consumes and passions lead on into the gray of a twilight future. But God.
In vain chasing the white clouds that bring relief from this insanity. But God.
But even the high stacks of fortune’s thievery leave me alone. But God.
No way out of this green mile of hell’s gauntlet, cheered on by devils. But God.
In the desperate flames, drums of throbbing nights beat my soul. But God.
But God
will destroy contradiction
will make a way of escape
will break sadness with a smile

will set the solitary in a family.

 

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

10192013

 

Self Induced Blindness

“Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me and it almost killed me and I haven’t touched a drop of it in seventeen years, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with drinking some now. I totally subscribe to the notion that alcoholism is a mental illness because thinking like that is clearly insane.”
Craig Ferguson, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely Patriot 

“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
The Great Gatsby

 
misunderstood-journey

And with a deep drink, the battle begins inside. The poison seeps through every fiber of his mind, blinding it with anger. The blindness is absolute, the thinking stops and in the blackness of lost souls he wrings the sanity from every moment. Ripping the last shreds of innocence from the hosts of his sinking life, the cup’s thrown, a gauntlet of challenge against imagined foes. He pounds the friends and family surrounding him and crushes them beneath his inflamed ignorance. The pain is not enough, hearts fall deep into the void of his addiction. His breath excretes his venom of choice. No love in that world, no understanding, no chance for any to live and be well. It is a suicide, a long slow suicide, that takes everyone down with him. Nothing left, nothing gained, lives wasted.