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.

–

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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