Surviving the healing.

Paying with my soul and my self worth for the demise before me.

Creeping into this self I refuse to let go of.

Leave it behind and who knows what Ill be.

I mask all of this pain and hurt with a face of stone and drugs of power that keep me from feeling.

Cover my head and cry beneath a sheet of regret and woe.

I can’t get this out of me.

It’s all become part of my being.

I relish the loneliness

and I preserve the energy stored as hate.

I pity this womb that used to be my home,

but now houses are only self righteousness.

I cant keep up with contradictions vilely puked forth

by a mother hen that sees not past her beak,

but only to peck your heart out and feed it to you.

This all consuming hatred for her,

for me,

for him,

and for them.

It blocks the center and keeps me from the healing thats needed for survival.

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A Maverick named Gonzo.

I've written short stories, poetry, and have journaled since I was 10. I've had poetry published, short stories, and articles on various subjects. Some of the subjects I've published articles on are: "How-to", People who have contributed to the technological advancements of Tattooing, Body Piercing, and various other Body Modification practices, and BDSM. I volunteer for an organization that helps people that are in need of financial assistance in order to afford the mental health care they greatly need to live, and finally, I've been publishing erotic short stories that end up of the psychological thriller/Horror nature. I teach kids how to fish at another volunteer gig. I get to teach kids, 7-12 years old all kinds of things. Like conservation of our coasts and critters. We are involved in turtle nesting and protection, fishing (hooked on fishing, not on drugs). I like free-diving at my beach. Meeting sharks, rays, and any fish you can imagine. I also do a little spearfishing when I'm not angling from the coast.

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