Anarchy

Between peace and war is balance, It’s anarchy. No rules, Rules to be broken. Is it fun? Or is it forgotten? I’m alive in the balance, There’s a freedom. Between peace and war is balance, It’s anarchy. No rules, Rules to be broken, Loving every minute, I’m alive in the balance, It happens seldom, It’s anarchy, It’s freedom.

The End?

The end is the end, Of a beginning with no end. Live. Stepping into the Spirit, The fire burns, Cleanses the impurities, Sets the world ablaze. In the beginning was God, In the end there is judgment. Live, Repent, Live again in the Spirit. Free yourself of this world, Only by the Son. He has Won. Leave this world pure …

ALONE?

-ALONE?- Am I? I can hear my voice. Can you? I know that you do. Is this praying? I believe it is. I need a healthy balance. Can you show me the way? I feel peace in this moment. I feel that we are one. I am not alone in you. I feel your presence. I feel your force. I …

Medication Compliance

What does medication compliance have to do with mental health? In my situation it’s crucial in my stability of life, living with bipolar disorder. I’ve been living with bipolar disorder for over 20 years. I wasn’t always compliant with a medication regiment. Why? There’s a couple of reasons for this. In 1995 when I was diagnosed and was released from …

The Valley

Look towards the mountain, If you’re in the valley. It’s temporary, The valley. Look to climb and grow, The mountain. Once at the top, Enjoy the view, Your journey is won. Don’t be discouraged on your climb down, It’s a temporary visit, The valley. It’s life, Up-and-down victories. It’s life, LIVE.

A Journey Through 20 Years

Today is April 5, 2015, and I am celebrating 20 years clean and sober from addiction. 20 years ago I was admitted to a psyche ward after weeks of abusing drugs and alcohol in a nightclub called “the Tunnel” in New York City. Which is a story in itself. Because of the abuse, I had a drug induced manic episode, …

Realization

Today I had a thought. I think it comes with awareness. I realized, I complain about life sometimes. I complain about my mental illness, silently. I complain about money. I complain about my job. I complain about people who complain. It’s a weakness. It can become a sickness, if you let it. But, there is a bigger picture. Have faith. …

The Question?

Looking to a time when the time will stand still. -The judgment Will it end quietly or will the silence penetrate the walls and shake furiously? -The inner walls Will the fierce light penetrate the soul and shine like gold or will the residue be like ash? -The self-reflection Or is this the judgment that was taught? -The question