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Poetry

I have decided to put my feelings in poetry. I hope you tell your friends to check out my new format. Thanks to those avid readers and I hope you will invite your family and friends. Thank You, theblogmeister

Pain in the brain

I have no cancer inside my head
just a fear of going to bed
I havea demon much worse than cancer
the medical proffession has no answer

They have a word called PTSD
but all it is just words to me
the horror I go through when sleep does come
I only wish the doctors could see

The meds they give me don't help at all
I still feel the terror when night does fall
many times I jolt up in bed
only to see the living dead

The Col. has been dead 30 years
yet, he still gives me terror in the night
and yes after all this time I still get the tears
Can I go on? I feel drained and don't thinf I can fight

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The Angel of Death

The angel is with me
she has a mission
to take me with her
her own admission

She is relentless
she says she will succeed
she is convincing
she is believed

I have known her
For many years
I have prayed
and shed many tears

She will not quit til the job is done
or until I have won

Memorial Day

Memorial day means a lot to people who want to thank those in the Military for going above and beyond what is asked of them. It also is a time for remembering those that have served and died to protect our freedom. Admirable. To me it is a time of reflection of great pain. Not because I was wounded in battle. I was wounded. However, it was during peace time. Our world was not at war, but I was at war with the demons that I created while stationed at Eglin AFB, Florida. Those demons are still with me. Haunting me in my dreams. For many years I battled with the Demon and the only ammunition I had was drugs. I found that the only way to defeat the Demon was to abuse narcotics. I learned to self-medicate myself to ward off the Demon. The abuse of the narcotics robbed me of a life. I have to say if not for the drugs I would have surely committed suicide. For over 25 years I found the drugs were the only thing that worked. The Demon came to me in my sleep. It was pure terror. I had no other way to combat the Demon. It came with a heavy cost. I lost my wife, a relationship with my kids, alienation from those who cared. I pushed them all away. I am not going to repeat why this all began. You can look back and read older post and find the name of the demon and the circumstances surrounding it. I just wanted to say that my Memorial day is unique and brings back terrifying memories. It's not over. I wish it was. God help me. theblogmeister

Apologies And Prayer

I want to apologize to those that suggested I write a book. It is important for me to keep this journal and to try to hang on to my sanity. In reality, I use a lot of humor as a defense mechanism so I don't have to talk about the seriousness of my sickness. Some of the stories in this journal sound like a screenplay for a horror flick but every word written is true. My nightmares are getting much worse. It happens when I go for long stretches without writing about my experiences in this journal. My fear is that one day, no matter how many times I post, the nightmares will worsen. Then what will I do? I can't medicate myself into stupor. Soon, the pills won't work, anymore. My psychiatrist has already doubled my mertazapine, the meds I take for the PTSD. I was given an appointment at the VA clinic for next tues.(In Gadsden). My psych doc wants to keep seeing me in B'ham every 90 days. I hope I find another vet that is suffering from PTSD here in Gadsden and won't be afraid to talk. I really don't know how much longer I can hold on. Stress makes all my symptoms worsen. My ex-wife is getting half my disability check and I just found out that she is getting my $250.00 recovery check that I was really depending on. It doesn't matter that she and her husband both make real good money and my wife has fibromyalgia and has not worked since Dec. '06 and was denied her ss disability. I have filed for service-connected disability and individual unemployability. If I am denied that we will be homeless. Say a prayer. thanks, theblogmeister

Am I Crazy?

Hell, yes. If you have read my postings you would come to the same conclusion. How long have I been crazy? Since Nov.,18,1980. That is the day I killed a dear friend of mine. He was a USAF Full Bird Colonel, Ret. Nowadays it is called euthanasia. In 1980 it was called murder. Some states still consider it murder. Doctors are able to get away with it with the family's permission.Pull the plug, DNR, it comes in many forms. In 1980, I was a 19 y.o. medic that was convinced by a terminal cancer patient by the name of Renold DeBarge,Col.,Ret. to end his suffering. I did. That is where mine began. For the next 29 years He has tortured me in my dreams. He is not letting up,either.I became a drug addict because narcotics was the only thing I found that would quiet my demon.That is exactly what He is,my Demon.He comes to me at night when I have no control of my conscious mind.He is relentless.He can't be stopped.There is one way.Destroy where He resides.I am almost at the breaking point. I do not know how much I can take. theblogmeister

Stephen King I am not

Someone sent me an email and suggested that I start writing horror books. Do you think that I am making this shit up? Don't you realize that I am one sick fuck. To suggest that I make a game out of this all is beyond callous. It borderlines on criminal. How would you, sir, feel if I actually blew my brains out? Make sure you get it on video, right? The only fucking reason I write at all is to keep from eating lead. I don't care if anyone reads my blog. Then I find out this moron wants to read the shit in a book. Yea, I am pissed. I guess I shouldn't. I am writing on a public forum with who knows how many readers. I will keep on. Not for you,sir, for me. Thanks, I think, theblogmeister