I've lived a life of madness and mayhem. I’ve had diabetes for 50 years and have been addicted to one substance of another for 45 of those years. It has been a beautifully joyful and painful schizophrenic ride: drugs, booze, women, music, writing, and learning with each new success or defeat. This blog tries to come to grips with all of life's fractures and contains everything--even you.
Sunday, August 2, 2020
A SUNDAY SERMON FOR THE BROKE & BROKEN; FOR THOSE AT WAR
with themselves...
Like those
who seek the lash
and the balm;
who have never looked into a mirror
that was friendly;
who have the posture
of a question mark;
who have the timing
of a busted watch--
this is for you...
One can never second guess themselves
too much; there is no such thing
as being right; and answers,
if such a thing ever existed,
are overrated; you are never
where you should be,
only where you are;
faith is for people
who already have it.
(These are obvious truths, baby,
and as such just serve to confuse
an already blood drenched mind.)
Better to rise
with a chameleon's grace
and Houdini's gifts.
Better a silhouette
than a snapshot.
Let others find
your mistakes.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2020
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