just a poem

From a blessing


Turn the verse
From a blessing
To a curse
Lifting the lid
Off the plate
Ill use metaphores
To recreate
The dreams and
Horrors
In your skin
Let us begin
At first we see
what has been
not yet what it is to be
quickly disturbed by
what you conceal
I decide to let you hide
a while more...

Cyhris McQueeney    11:43 A.M.

Here is a quick check in...I spent a week in the hospital due to a poor reaction to medication. Having spent the week I now feel just a bit off. I dont know how to describe how that feels but I can say that it is a bit unsettling. Glad to be back in the land of the free...

Chris McQueeney

rough spot

I stayed alive for my children. They were the only thing that kept me teathered to this plannet after my accident. Keeping this mortal coil wound was not an easy thing; took some sacrificing that I will probably never get over. But i will say all of it was worth it when I get to see my children.
I just spent the day with Chase and Karley and had to say good by to them...I fucking hate that part, good by! Took two plus hours of bus riding to get to them and as I got back on the bus for the second leg of the return ride I thought to myself that I need an AA meeting. Just then an older man got on the bus and he smelled the same as a freshly opened beer. Smelled like peace.
It has been over six months since my last drink. I am an alcoholic. That man smelled of peace and comfort, an easment of pain. I need an AA meeting. In reality that smell is just the biproduct of a drunk and offers false hope. Drinking again is not what scares me, rather trying to quit again scares me pissless.
At one point I drank to stay alive. Now that time has passed and I don't need booze to live. Just another day as they say. Even though it is rough right now it will get better...I got to see my children today. The world is good!

Chris 

Go of it

 

 

 

Just lift

 

 

Just lift it up

Cant weigh all that much

Give er a lift

Or maybe put

A little shoulder to it

Is that sweat

Are we having a tough

Go of it

come on can't be that tough

All you gotta do

is lift it up

You gotta do the lifting

it's your life

you dropped it

You gotta pick it back up

Chris McQueeney 

Stuff for saturday

Only you know

Where will you go

When you find 

There's no road here

Will you pout

Stamp your pretty little feet

What path will you swallow

No road here

Gotta go back

Or, will you put your head down

Blaze yourself a trail

From here to there

Only you know

Word to the wise though

Get to the gettin

While the gettin's good

Chris McQueeney  8/2/14

I made a venture into the working world for the first time in over two years. While the venture was a success what came after was not so successful. For most of a week I was unable to do most things except the bare minimum. Now that I have basically recouped from the venture I am reassessing what capacity I can work, and what level of suffering I am willing to go through to fulfill that goal...We shall see what my higher power puts in front of me.