Sober Thoughtz

Sober thoughts are so exciting!
Like,
Being able to smile without feeling like a criminal on the loose.
Like,
A trip to Cold Stone just because I can with nothing inside of my ailing heart to lose…

Often I scream for an abundance of freedom my inner child keeps demanding for good reason!
Yet,
Fear of a different life shrouds my mind.
Till I’m inclined to buy a dime at the price of my peace and prize!
At the end of my tunnel vision…
But,
Nowadays?
I have an idea as to why…

After all,
Too much attention being paid to what sucks me dry.
Of love and high spirits while I whine over every demon I’ve been mixed with.
Of love I upheld every time I witnessed,
Someone broken by life’s darkness enough for me to coin a lyric,
Anyone one can afford to buy into if they yearn to change their current position…

Demons.
What else can you do besides quitting what feeds them?
Fortunately,
I learned that the harder way when scrounging for pennies and kicked while down by,
Family…
So alone,
They’ve stigmatized me as a con,
As God handed me!
A voice to move mountains they could never see while they unwind in their God-forsaken vanity…
Enough motivation for a soldier like myself to treat a poem like magazine!
And,
Throw shots at everyone without an issue they could read into as I laugh at each,
Doubter trying to get too comfortable and shack up with,
Me…

Different it is this time around.
The image of a broke addict doesn’t fit me anymore the more I yearn to spit and shout!
Tired of Mary Jane and her lies just to floor my drive,
Till I crash in her arms,
Off course!
From where I should’ve headed towards before blowing smoke at the sky…
Because,
Each cloud already at its resting place?
Is just,
There to give you a way out from the pain,
Of dealing with what’s Artificial…
All you have to do is look up…
Throw “It” all away and,
See what a bit of faith,
Stone and chisel will get you!
Instead of,
Weed burning your dreams away while trapped…
With no other choice,
But!
To hear it sizzle.
And,
Sizzle…