~ by Gregg Rowe ~
I have not died yet-
but there are times I’ve wished it.
Shingles, Zona, pain:
There’s no blackboard in the sky-
with my name/mission
written; -it’s whatever I
write on that blackboard:
Self-pity is not for me-
I am here to feel
pain—inspire those around
me—by finding joy
amongst my pain to live/share
these experiences:
G-d Rests At Chaotic Ends;
Honest, Open, Will-
ing; FormerAddict Invests
Twice Here; by doing
the Secret That Enables
People Soberly
to remain; yet, with myself—
Hep C positive
free- HIV carrier-
still; problems with heart
continues, and now stress brings
about shingles—let me Die
Openly—Touch Hu-
mans Empathetic-
ally; Practice Righteousness,
Oh G-d -- Rowe Again--
Mother—save me I am not
dead: yet I am still
living in pain, an abyss:
I start at the beginning



to you and everything is going well as expected on this side. Writing a few things like this and sleeping a lot. Hoe these shingles will go away but the doctor says the pain will be at least a year. Thinking of you and ohters though at this website and am grateful yous are here.





















48 old applause
