Asphyxiation

There is a Man standing at the other side of the table

His hand reached across with a piece of bread in it

A flash of His pain races deeply into my mind as I accept

I see suffocation in a completely different way now

Stretched from east to west

head hung low

no rope around the neck or pillow covering His face

so much blood

so much shame

Air becoming like lead swallowed through a straw

the shallow rising of his sustaining breath

brings the feeling of remorse into the depths of me

Then the wind blows no more and all is silent

the remaining breath is released into the freedom of the air

reality snaps back and the man is gone

the bread in my hand and a cup on the table

both the bread and cup smell of that freedom

the freedom released in the final breath of Him

and as I took the bread and cup I could see

I realized freedom wasn't free just because it was given to me

there was a price that was paid by Him who gave

so that when He reached out His hand

I could receive.

Written by George Lynch

Dedicated to the body that was broken 

and the blood that was spilled

A Beautiful Nightmare

Those eyes.... I looked too long
longed to just tell her how I feel
feel the stare of her cold eyes
eyes that saw the worst of me
me now her number one enemy
enemy waving his white flag
flag of death she has flown
flown love to the border of hate
hate staring at a new man
man enough to know just how wrong
wrong to take love for granted
granted nothing between life and death
death of love in her heart
heart of hearts is what's found
found my words have no more value
value is what she has now given
given to me to live in life
life is what she really wanted
wanted to tell her I have I have changed
changed her mind about me she has
has no more love for I
I just wake up every morning from this
This....

A BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE

Written by George Lynch
Dedicated to H.S.

A Beautiful Nightmare

Those eyes... I looked too long.

Longed to just tell her how I feel.

Feel the stare of her cold eyes.

Eyes that saw the worst of me.

Me now her number one enemy.

Enemy waving his white flag

Flag of death she has flown

Flown love to the border of hate

Hate staring at a new man

Man enough to know just how wrong

Wrong to take love for granted

Granted nothing between life and death

Death of love in her heart

Heart of hearts is what's found

Found my words have no more value

Value is what she has now given

Given to me to live in life

Life is what she really wanted

Wanted to tell her I have changed

Changed her mind about me she has

Has no more love for I

I just wake up every morning from this

This.... A Beautiful Nightmare.

Mirror on the Wall

Mirror mirror on the wall,

do you see my biggest fear of all?

 

You give me back my tattered reflections,

an image of all life's rejections.

 

So tell me what it is you see,

besides the person staring back at me?

 

Is there a future to behold, 

or does my past have it sold?

 

Is there any second chance,

or is it not even worth a glance?

 

Oh, mirror tell me please,

if this image I should believe.

 

Mirror mirror please show me a change,

for everything I see remains the same.

 

And if that's going to be so,

I'll just have to let you go.

 

If this image continues to hold true,

what's the use of looking into you?

 

Written by George Lynch 

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

"My Addiction" A Spoken Word

By George Lynch

10th Year Anniversary of

Celebrate Recovery Vero Beach FL

Ripples

Where does time go,

when looking into the beyond?

Do you see the ripples,

when you disturb the pond?

Or is the stone thrown,

not to your desired effect?

Because it creates waves,

that will soon wreck.

It is at the epicenter,

where the tragedy begins.

If you wouldn't have thrown that stone,

The beyond wouldn't look so dim.

So maybe time shouldn't be spent,

looking too far ahead.

Before you think of throwing stones,

You should see where you are led.

I ask again where does time go,

If you look at today?

You wouldn't be so quick to throw a stone

If it would only end up in your way.

So how rough do you want your waters,

for it is your time you disturb.

If your hand is still full of stones,

I'm afraid you didn't hear a word.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

2005

2005, starting a new year

I promise myself no more tears.

No more unwanted pain

It's the year my life will change.

I'm so sick of regretting 2004

This year will open brand new doors!

No more worries about what's been done

Only focus on the new live begun.

All the friends and past relationships

can't say I won't truly miss.

But as I turn over a new leaf

The person I was I can no longer be.

Sad as my heart continues to break

yet, it's best for everyone's sake.

 

So, 2005 is the year for me

No longer living in failure, but VICTORY!

 

Written by George Lynch

 

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Excuse me if I feel a little poetic

It seems no one is sympathetic

tired of being apologetic

because it's starting to feel real pathetic.

So let me speak these words of rhyme

Show you what goes through my mind

as I sit here and pass this time

reflecting on what was left behind.

A person I thought I had by my side

yet, I guess love is able to divide

in her I should not have confide

because her love only quivered and died.

People I thought I could trust

how quickly friendships turn to dust

as loyalties began to bust

leaving me stained with the color of rust.

To my family I caused so much pain

the cause I need not to explain

look to others, yet find myself to blame

myself the only one to be shamed

A life riddled of addiction

bringing chaos and total destruction

That created  brain malfunction

with insanity in it's conjunction 

 

So as you can plainly see

It's time for some disaster relief

on the person I used to be

before my life completely depletes.

 

Written by: George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution