Well hello there, how ever did you find your way to my lair? Alas, so long as you’re already here, may as well kick back and chill for a few moments. Happy for the company, these digital caves can be so solitary at times. Look what it did to The Grinch, for instance. A little connection, internet or otherwise, can go a long way.
Moving on! Does anyone ever think about how many definitions the word, “charge”, possesses? That’s rather a lot of responsibility for five letters. I can charge you with a crime, with a task, with a spear. We can charge your phone, charge you for the data you use on it, and you can be charged with anger at the resulting overage charges. And that’s not even moving onto the atomic level. Nomenclature was fun but hardly my forte. Poor ESL’ers have their work cut out for them. Just a random thought that came to me the other day. My brain is a place of frantic bizarity. O, is bizarity not a word, deal with it Merriam-Webster!
Moving on further! I’ve been meditating for years now and have become something of a vocal proponent of the practice. Particularly in the battle with addiction so many of us face daily. I’m contractually obligated to publish one addiction-related poem per month. Always read the fine print:p
“Mind Full Raving” August 8, 2021.
Feet on the ground
Back in this seat
Listening to sound
Thrumming heartbeat
In the storm’s eye
Breathing, feeling
While staying dry
Halts the reeling
Wind strikes the face
Gently soothing
With little trace
Pain’s now moving
Within body
Focused, present
Banished gaudy
Lure of descent
Success beckons
This I now know
Future reckons
Not today though.
Having discovered mindfulness practice of particular excellence this piece was thusly crafted. I strongly recommend whether battling addiction, anger or even just getting through a bad date. It’s been personally beneficial in each scenario and many more besides. Useful doesn’t begin to describe the place it now holds in my day-to-day.
I wanted also to “republish” a poem from a ways back because rereading it recently I forgot how much I enjoyed it. So let’s take a second peek at this guy.
“Won Week”, June 2021.
It’s been one week since I smoked the weed
Looked myself in the mirror and said you’re crazy
Puking every morning see
So let’s attempt what it is like living free
Chilling in my living room
Cravings likely won’t desist too soon
Yesterday I was feeling worse
But today’s a bit better of course.
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Toke it now and watch the smoke thick,
Come on it looks sick,
Like your playing with superpowers
I summon bud, as my cud, although it’s streaming through the blood it makes a flood, before you’re sinking like a stone, man
High blood pressure like your much aged
This circus self-staged
Because I’m all about value
Fat bongs have got the big hits, sobriety blitz, it tries to chain me but hey fuck you
Blunts and shunts with sickly cunts and battling on different fronts,
I liked elite cause it’s the finest of the flavours
Clearing up your jaded mind, try just being much more kind, ’cause you’re so assured to find, the world is sweet and you can become your own saviour.
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How could I help it if my brain was formed all junkie like
Current age to back to when was riding on a trike
I’m the kinda dude who just eschewed sobriety
Trying hard to tamp down all that dubiety
I have a tendency to always self-sabotage
And a history of fucking things all up
–
It’s been one week since I smoked the weed
Looked myself in the mirror and said you’re crazy
Puking every morning see
So let’s attempt what it is like living free
Chillin in my living room
Cravings likely won’t desist too soon
Yesterday I was feeling worse
But today’s a bit better of course.
I just really like that one, not only because of what it represents/ed but it’s also insanely fun to try reading like it was being performed by the men themselves. You did, right?
That’s all for me folks! Thanks again for visiting and if anyone needs directions on how to get home hit me up. I’m always around, in one form or another.
Happy Trails and Waggy Tails!
-Alex Blaikie

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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Great
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Thanks very much, Kamal. Much obliged friend❤️
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I have an emotional charge with you analysis.
5 letters does not make a charge, a 6th is required!
Glad you discovered meditation. Free 10 day immersive experiences available in Ontario if anyone is ready to see what is possible in their body/mind in silence for such a period.
peace out
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Wow, that’s embarrassing. It appears my analogy was only at 83.4% power. I’m not even going to fix it, let this error stand forever to help teach me humility. And simple counting.
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Fun to read some ramblings from you again. Thank you for sharing them.
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