Addiction is Insanity

I’ve been looking at addiction from the inside for many years. And while it would be possible to make the excuse that my addiction is fairly harmless I would be less than truthful in saying that it has caused me no harm nor pain.
One of my addictions is playing solitaire on the computer. Another is reading anything and everything with a concentration on fiction. Both of these are activities that I will do even when I could be doing something else (like writing) that has the potential to increase my income. I will also do them rather than go out to meet people. Even though that too has the potential to increase my income or open opportunities for me to share my writing with an even larger audience.

Thus I can see that even the mildest of addictions has many negative impacts on my life, yet I will not stop doing the things that I’m addicted to! This is insanity.

© 2011 Vic Jones

Wondering

Wondering


What shall I say?

What shall I do?

What I’ve done in the past cannot be changed,

Am I brave enough to change the future?

To make the choice,

To pay the price,

To do the work,

To change myself,

And thus the world,

I know if I don’t,

The world will not change,

Because I’m the only one I can move,

To make any change,

Oh I tremble at the cost,

Howl at the pain,

Rattle the chains with which I so gladly bound myself,

Yet what is my other choice?

More pain for others?

Blaming them, not my actions for the messes that I make?

No longer will I do such.

No each day I choose to endure,

Because otherwise I’d be a coward,

And cowardice is not a legacy I’ll leave to anyone.

© 2011 Vic Jones

What To Do

Livin’ in a haze,
Drugged through our daze,

Reds and yellows and blues,

Black beauties and whites too,

Blue diamonds make superman,

Hash, pot or weed,

Horse, opium or heroin,

Coke will make you high,

LSD will send you on a trip,

Or go on a magic mushroom ride…

Then one day we find,

Chains of sharp wire,

Binding us tight,

We are slaves,

And no drug will change,

That hard cold fact!

© 2010 Vic Jones

Don't Wait up for Me

Don’t Wait up for Me


Oh I’ve gone out to play,

With all the people I call friends,

So no, don’t wait up for me,

I won’t be home tonight,

And maybe even not tomorrow,

’Cause I’ve gone out to play,

In the dark,

Oh no what has happened to me?

Who has captured me?

’Tis that foul monster addiction,

Honey, will you let me in,

Oh no, move over you,

AHHHHHHHHH!

A corpse is found….

© 2010 Vic Jones

Addiction

Addiction is like a monster,

I’ve invited to dine,

It consumes a bit of me,

Yet brings exquisite pleasure,

To offset the pain,

Oh willingly have I fed myself to this monster,

Trading moments of pleasure for hours of pain,

When will I stop?

When I DIE?

I hope not,

I want to stop but that is pain too,

With no promise of pleasure before,

Still I shall find a bit of courage now,

And face the pain for one moment longer because,

I don’t want to feed the monster any more,

After all it is eating me!

© 2010 Vic Jones