 Adam Levon Brown is an internationally published poet and author in 14 countries. He has had his work translated in Spanish, Albanian and Afrikaans. Boasting upwards of 300 published pieces, you can find his writing at such publications as Burningword Literary Journal, Angel City Review, Firefly Magazine, Epigraph, and Burning House Press. Brown is founder, owner and editor-in-chief of Madness Muse Press LLC as well as assistant editor at Caravel Literary Arts Journal. GOD'S SINSare wounds which harbor infection Spread amongst the children of trepidation and fear There are no cures Only miles of unsearched consciousness rife with demon-scarred stone 9 PMWoke up around 9 pm The coffee was still warm, signs of a struggle Took a hard look at my carpel tunnel syndrome and decided to keep writing Flipped through Youtube past the political nonsense Now I'm settled down listening to Tom Waits telling me to hold on. Bipolar BlitzIt’s four o’ clock in the morning. I haven’t slept or eaten in three days. My brain is telling me to complete 1,345 tasks at once Shoulders are hunched and I’m cradled in a fetal position in my bed I am shaking and I am thinking that someone will burst through my door at any second to accuse or abuse me. I didn’t ask for this I didn’t ask for any of this Multiple suicide attempts in the past keep me paralyzed Tomorrow will be better… I have to believe that. The Day I avoided a Huge Ass Whoopin'Cruised around Mohawk Boulevard on a sunny low-swale day I walked into a Charity run thrift shop and found a baseball cap I ran it up to the cashier who happened to be a woman She smiled at me and let me keep it for free I bought a chicken burger at a Carls Jr. I cruised back and saw a lone bum down on his luck He was just staring into nothing, the look of total despair I sat the burger down next to him and continued back to the charity Store I saw the woman there who had given me my hat I figured I'd try and talk to her That was my biggest mistake of the day She had a wedding ring and her husband showed up none too happy about me hanging around He was a steaming engine of fury and promised pain He told me to get lost I ran with my dog tail legs and walked home. That was the day I avoided a huge ass whoopin' Hell is a Bell Which Screams My NameThe alarm clock
is bellowing at me from the night-stand Forcing me to awake from what seemed like a dream I survived the night. I feel distraught over it. Differentiating whispers and voices of hatred assail the inner-workings I pound my head with my fist and explode into a waterfall of tears Outside is the enemy Outside is where they are at. I don’t trust it. I don’t trust anyone. I don’t trust anything. Should I end it? I’d better not. Should I end it? I don’t want to. Should I end it? Shhh, be quiet. Should I end it? The answer is always no. But the question remains glued to my ribcage in a sing-song version of “This is Hell” and everyone is humming along except for me.
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