Songs of Sobriety: The Edge of Things

December 4th, 2016

by C. Steven Blue

 


 

The Edge of Things

Here I sit . . .
On the edge of things
Afraid to walk near the Sun
Thrown by the great hand of Destiny
Yearning for dreams yet begun

Out from the sky
Comes the blue light of Love
Shining like all that could be
Strikes me awake
For the first time in ages
Reminds me of what I can see

Reminds me I sing
For the ones still in cages
Convey bits and pieces
That come out in stages

And play to an audience
Fraught with despair
To shine some hope down
Through the darkness they share

I’m sitting here . . . perched
On the edge of things
You wait for me to recite
Born from the image
Of feelings I’ve known
Or gathered from dreams in the night

You gaze in my eyes
With the sadness of tears
For the Lovers of Love
Who still fall . . .
While I sing you the tales
Of the true ones in time
Who . . . knowing their fate
Still risk all

Reminds me I sing
For the ones still in cages
Convey bits and pieces
That come out in stages

And play to an audience
Fraught with despair
To shine some hope down
Through the darkness they share
Here I sit . . .
On the edge of things
Daring to walk near the Sun
Thrown by the great hand of Destiny
Loving the dreams I’ve begun
Yes . . . loving the dreams I’ve begun

 

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November 24th, 2016

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Songs of Sobriety: 3:44

November 24th, 2016

by C. Steven Blue
 

 

3:44

It’s three forty four
and the dealer’s knockin’ at my door.
Go away—please now,
and set my mind at ease.

I’ve felt that pain many times before.
I don’t want to feel it anymore,
so go away—please, dealer,
leave me alone.

Lord help me!
Don’t let me answer!
I’m so vulnerable
right now.

I want to shut out
the pain inside
and the dealer knows
just how.

Please, oh God,
make the knockin’ go away.
I like the way I feel life now;
it’s getting better day by day.

I feel so alone right now.
Stay by my side.
That old pain came back today.
I broke down and cried.

Tears welled up in me.
Resentments were felt.
But it’s still not as bad
as when the dealer dealt.

So help me walk through
this pain once more;
so I won’t have to wake up
with my face on the floor.

It’s three forty four
and the dealer’s knockin’ at my door.
Go away—please,
and set my mind at ease.

I don’t want to score!
I don’t want to be sore!
I don’t want you no more—for sure!
And it’s three forty four.

 

 

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Songs of Sobriety: Chair Dreams

November 15th, 2016

by C. Steven Blue

Chair Dreams

Picture—

a hopeless drug addict,

isolated in his loneliness,

sitting in a chair, starin’ out his window

dreaming about a world

he cannot participate in,

wishing he could find a way out,

crying in his lonely desperation…

this is called… “Chair Dreams.”

Sitting in my chair

Starin’ out my window

Dreaming about all the things

I’m gonna do… and see… and be

You’re gonna love me

And it’s going to be the best love ever

If I can just get out of this chair

And get it together

Chair dreams

Take me here and there

Chair dreams

Take me everywhere

Chair dreams

Seem so crystal clear

    For a moment

But then they’re gone… again

And it’s just another chair dream

I know I was gonna have

A hit song

And a house in the country

Sit in a rocker on my front porch

With endless inspiration

I know I was gonna paint

My masterpiece

And write a prize-winning novel

And I remember it

Sometimes when I’m high enough

But I just can’t seem

To get out of this chair

Can’t seem to get motivated

To go anywhere

And my dream slips away

To the back of my mind

‘Till another day

When the right combination finds

My chair dreams

Chair dreams

Take me here and there

Chair dreams

Take me everywhere

Chair dreams

Seem so crystal clear

    For a moment

But then they’re gone… again

It’s just another chair dream

Sittin’ in my chair

Starin’ out the window

Dreamin’ ‘bout all the things…

I’m gonna be

You’re gonna love me

And it’s going to be the best love ever

If I can just get out of this chair

And get it together

Yes, chair dreams

Take me here and there

My chair dreams

They take me everywhere

My chair dreams

Seem so crystal clear

    For a moment

But then they’re gone… again

It’s just another chair dream

Chair dreams

Take me here and there

Chair dreams

Take me everywhere

Chair dreams

—Take me outta here

Chair dreams

Seem so crystal clear

    For a moment

But then I’m gone again

And it’s just another chair dream

 
 
 

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The Lonelies

October 20th, 2016

by Richie Shiers Jr

 

loneliness;

“the lonelies”, creepy into your veins

they creep, escape, and repeat: relapse

being so far in your veins; you’d expect a rush

nothing, you expect comfort,

never,

don’t expect a thing when you’re alone

just use the time to further overdose

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Tracks on God’s Arms

October 13th, 2016

Tracks on God’s Arms

God left the building for a brief period, today

all the heroin addicts and anyone,

with even a single single scar on their wrist,

came home, finally

everyone put down the needles and razors

and finally ate up the solace of the day

you can see a sight like never before;

everyone dumping the baggies of cinnamon down the drain

all because God was gone,

searching for something black and bitter

while we all rejoiced

 

 
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The Beast Around Here

October 6th, 2016

by Richie Shiers Jr

as read by Steve Garland

 

The Beast Around Here

I chased the dragon

I chased that beast home and back and eventually beat it

I chased the cynical thing up the curvature and jut

of its cheekbones that I hopped off

to parachute back down to happy

the only traces are bread crumbs that I’m sweeping now,

and the marks that my cold shoulder left

I stomp my feet when the beast comes back

apologizing and all the usual sorrows it feels

I put my arms in a sling and it leaves again

once, not again though,

I scaled the dragon’s scales

and felt it’s glistening ivory teeth

it snarled, hissed, and embraced me

I couldn’t push it

or leave

it would stay posted with it’s eyes open

for weeks on weeks

it hunkered down into dirt after, however

and escaped safely

tiptoeing, and stomping once the chase began

 

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730 Days Ago

September 27th, 2016

by Richie Shiers Jr

as read by Steve Garland

 

730 Days Ago

for 5+ years the sun shown itself on my street

it was days in summer when visiting friends

and passing the ice cream salesman on their bikes

park meetups reassure childhood mixing in the adulthood

and the cement walking makes me feel Bukowkskian

chirp

chirpitty

chirp

it’s phenomenal really, being warm as the stars

yet still satisfied with how the summers are

 

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Polyga-me

September 18th, 2016

by Richie Shiers Jr.

as read by Steve Garland

 

 

Polyga-me

1. someone once whispered to me

that two is better than one

so I looked into the idea of polygamy

and that hit hard, suddenly:

3 (or more) pillowed beds

3 (or more) weddings rings

3 (or more) times the happiness

 

2. I pray that my girlfriend’s girlfriend

and my girlfriend

and myself

can all enjoy each other’s company

and kiss and frolic

in the shape of a triangle

with nothing but smiles

and equal angles at each point

 

3. if we don’t pay attention

then we won’t have to acknowledge

the world’s blistering shuns

we don’t need anyone to

capsize our everlasting love

so we’ll hold hands on the beach

and you can avert your attention somewhere else

because I love these girls to the bitter death

 

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And Her Name Was Morphine (intro to 2nd half)

September 16th, 2016

by Richie Schiers Jr.

as read by Steve Garland

Steve’s intro

 

[ed.’s Note: These poems are published unedited, as Ricki had them in his manuscript when he left us.  However, the order of the poems is rearranged, here, with a cohesive meta-narrative apparent in the sequencing of the second half.]

 

Sept 18th: “Polyga-me”

Sept: 25th: “730 Days Ago”

Oct 2nd: “the Beast Around Here”

Oct 9th: “the Tracks on God’s Arms”

Oct 16th: “the Lonelies”

Oct 23rd: “Ash is…”

Oct 30th: “Periodically”

Nov 6th: “Seasons of Heaven”

 

hear the first 11 poems of “And her Name was Morphine” by Richie Schiers Jr, as read by Steve Garland, including “In Certain Sunlight“.

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