Before the alarm – The daily regimen

Before the alarm at 3:50
I make the first decision to get up and get ready
pray to God I have the energy
pray for friends, family and society
make coffee
read pages 86-88 in the Big Book, upon awakening

Water the plants
Go online to manage the plans and check in with my clan
start the poetry slam practice
should be figuring out delivery and memory
but I only want creative brainstorming for breakfast
Fast for the morning and the late evening
Gotta stay fast and quick
used to use the bic pen
now the keyboard is my best friend
he’s more slick, I think, than the ink

the gym opens at 5, leave by 4:45
stretch and then 5 miles makes me feel high
back at home, shower and meditation
my dome gets power from letting go of frustration
and sinking into blinking concentration
fleeting as the thoughts that get caught in respiration

Reading of recovery, of psychology of philosophy
of anything that sets the mind free
flavored with possible journaling

lastly the prep of what is to come
where will direction come from?
how will challenges be approached?
can today be the best that I could invoke?

Ready for work,
my 9-5 starts at 8, after 4 hours of prep
Yep, escaping is no longer interesting
I’d rather get deep into relating and connecting
there is no where to run and no where to hide
Coming alive, finding stride, picking up others when going by

4AM

4am is your friend,
I get much more done before others awake
not trying to brag but this is whats in my bag
taking stake in my claim
utilizing all functionality of the brain

sleep before 10 leaves 6 hours of healin

The earlier the better
this is when things are quiet
and dark
focus can proceed to leave it’s mark

Exercise, meditation, writing, concentration
Rise with integrity of breathing prayers
watering the self, plants and ideas with care
where do you spend time?

Push harder
Discipline breeds freedom
build a man with momentum

self will is not enough
high power intuition from the gut
what else can help us get through the rut
of the really tough stuff in the muck
Fuck being held down

Found the sounds of the best
laid all the rest to waste
keeping pace with how fast you can move your waist
the ugly shouldn’t be errased
but the unnecessary can take that place

I hold nothing that breeds fear
a resident of resentments couldn’t see clear
Look what happened this year
Checks marks
checks cashed, embarked from the past
lost a few masks
washed the paint off my face
found the constraint
cried, “Free at last!”

every morning he writes scripture
paints it as a clearer picture
not trying to injure or get sicker
no more swishers, tinctures or liqueurs
much stricter in the structure
doing it for himself, his mother and his brothers
every morning rebuilding the architecture