One day

One Day

All the dirt sticks to the hair in my nose

So it don’t go back in

That filthy film that tastes so nasty

After smoking in the morning

Or soon as you woke up

Is so refreshing when my skin dries

It’s just amazing how our mind

Communicate with our bodies

And our hearts beat as one

One day we’ll see our true face

And will know who we are……

ELLISINK

Managing the Unmanageable

A million tongues couldn’t describe
These tears pouring from my heart
Still walking around looking at the ground
So no one will see the fear in my eyes
Managing the unmanageable
After a psychotic manic distressing depressive episode
Hurting the feelings of those dearest to my heart
With confusion, mistrust, misdirected anger, and lust
I put my body at risk, my relationships in jeopardy
Sabotaging every bit of love I can think of
Instead of caring for those who care for me
I put it all at risk; and begged Satan to take me out of here
Instead; God saw fit for me to get the help I need
Placing me in the care of professionals who are competent when I’m not
Even the strongest people have weak moments
The loveliest people can be beautiful and ugly at the same time
Underneath the insanity, the appealing character and funny jokes
There’s a sense of darkness where reality peaks
Enticing the perfectionist to create a fix where nothing is broke

May 23, 2016
ELLISINK©

Tumultous

In the midst of a terrible storm

So many tears drown our hearts

One man took the lives of so many

As nature’s retaliation continue to burn

The strong hearts put fear to the side

And handle business as should

Educated in disaster for a disaster

At NJIT, AND I UNDERSTAND PC/LAN

I been through more than enough

For thirty-five years in the making

Everyday a new man is born inside of me

I’m not making this up

It’s simple biology of human reproduction

 

T h V nKy Ou

Thank you

God been so good to me
Shining light on me in these dark streets, not knowing where I’m going, but I get there

Angels fly around me and carry me home when I’m too high. Adults build homes with bricks, children throw them. Anything can be used as a weapon. The most powerful one is the mind…

The Real Wheel

The Real Wheel

My school moves like the ocean. It runs deep. The students come in and out like waves in the sea. Each generation bring new shells to the shore and crabs and snails crawl on the sand. Some fish are lucky enough to rest on our dinner plates while few swim on, across and over the horizon leading schools of fish through corals and reefs. Up here we can’t see how deep it is until we dive in.

My school is the school of hard knocks where comorbidities cause grief and pain. PTSD, flashbacks, intrusive memories and nightmares haunt us daily. Disstressive memories cause irritability, recklessness, exaggerated responses, poor concentration and sleep disturbances where comfort is found in self medication. Recovery is accomplished through harm reduction, even in the most hopeless arenas of poverty.

Co-factors that can enable health and safety seen oppressed through cross disciplinary collaborations loosening old paradigms breaking through biology, behavior and social sciences, and epidemiology. New ideas rise from strategies we create to improve realistic merging of healthcare with housing to accomplish our mission.

Phenix

Burn Me

Like the red of my skin

On the end of a matchstick

The scares, scrapes, and blisters

Still can’t compare to the hurt

In my tears..

 

I’ve heard enough bad news

Felt uncomfortable pain

Humbled myself to nothing

Giving myself away

 

Now I want me back

After its said and done

A new day open new doors

Others take care of you

So I’m theirs too..