Spoken Word Poetry by Bakos

In the last issue I went into extended detail about what it is like to have a mental illness and addictions, whether the conditions be a traumatic brain injury with short term memory loss, autism spectrum disorder, bipolar II mood disorder, or social anxiety. Here it is, from the previous issue, to be posted as a blog post on my blog both here and on Wordpress (https://dominicjonespoetrywriting.wordpress.com). I hope it is as informative to you, the reader, as it was introsp

I have 1 piece of artwork to leak late in the waning days of National Poetry Month before it turns to May. Coloring was my way to get sane in the mental hospital that I voluntarily committed myself to for a week. There were also groups and we got to go outside alot. The food was fantastic. I was getting up in the morning and taking care of myself everyday while I was in the hospital, and I have continued that out here, in the real world.

By Dominic Jones The connect for me To talk to you Is for the greater good Of humanity We are social creatures Need people around To lend a helping hand Get through the tough times Everyone’s got problems So true Baby steps, always Learning to walk again My brain is rewiring itself But productive Achieving my goals To get educated We all have a drive To make shit happen When we feel stuck

By Dominic Jones Sometimes I take the time To know what's going on with me Soldier on, the fight continues The struggle I deal with everyday And making progress A little at a time Family and friends support me And I will find my place in this world

The only way it's been lately Invested greatly

By Dominic Jones dated 1/19/99 Published, Hedra News, June 2001 How could you give up when you`re almost there When there`s just a little bit more to repair How could you just decide not to care When you sit on that hill The wind whistling through your hair I know it's there, buried deep inside you All you have to do is open up When all the world seems dark and dreary I wish I could make you bright and cheery Make the black clouds go away and The sun s

By Dominic Jones dated 12/4/98 When I first looked in your eyes I got a big surprise Because looking back at me Were the prettiest eyes I had ever seen And I wish people weren't so cold hearted And I wish they weren't so mean Because during this holiday season There's a reason for everything I do'`t find that charm in anybody else I've met And if something happened to you I would be upset So I hope you like me just the same as I like you Because me and

By Dominic Jones This poem is from 1998 or 1999. I have been writing since 1998. I used to put copyright years on my poetry way back when just like I did a poor man's copyright to myself awhile ago, and filed that unopened Manila envelope away. She sees the sadness in my eyes As we regrettingly say our goodbyes A loving embrace Accompanied by a distraught face How could we have known That it would get us down to the bone We didn't see it coming And now I see the equat

I wrote this for English 205: Poetry Writing at BSU. It was described as "brain vomit" by a fellow student during a feedback session! DNA poem - original Deoxyribonucleic Acid We all came from a zygote. A mass of cells that kept on dividing and dividing, until different organs such as heart, lungs, spinal column, and brain were developed a little bit further. Eventually, in perfect conditions and circumstances, a baby would be born approximately nine months after conception,

I was hoping to get some new material online, and I did. Three brand new poems written in early 2026! I am working on more, but that is a good start! and what plans do I have for these poems? I want to add a drumbeat, a piano, a synthesizer and a turntable mix to them! It's complicated and expensive, but I do have a miniPC from my uncle John in California that will handle it! And I want to give a shout out to my uncle, and my aunt and uncle, and my cousins, who have all donat

By Dominic Jones The things I said before Processing them through my head For awhile there We were hanging on by a thread It gives me reason to believe There is room to achieve And in us I should have believed Perhaps in a different time And a different place We could piece together what we had when we left off And start anew Months with you were only just a few

The above photo is me writing poetry and journalling at Liquid, date unknown. It was when my poetry was first taking off, and I was spreading it around on my old WordPress blog and also doing live spoken word poetry performances at either someone's house or a bar. I've read my poetry for people before, but I think a coffee shop is a better setting than a bar.

This is what I think of Donald Trump and Elon Musk, the

I worked on this exercise in one of my substance abuse abatement groups at Access Behavioral Health Services, and even though I did not complete their program, I made some friends and I've stayed sober as well. Jealousy : Refugees have nice cars (Teslas, Tahoes, Escalades, BMWs) but they have a monthly car payment I couldn't afford and will have to pay it off within 5 years. Whereas I will be driving a 35-year old classic car with hundreds of thousands of miles on it around a

This is a couple different screen shots of Bakos, my alter ego when I am gaming on any of the Diablo games in that very successful Blizzard franchise... (going way back to old school) Diablo on the PC, and then Diablo II, somewhat recently Diablo II Resurrected, sometimes, and Diablo III, Diablo Immortal and Diablo IV. I write these games in this order because Diablo Immortal is a mobile/PC/Mac/tablet game that is a filler for in between Diablo III and Diablo IV. I was very

By Dominic Jones Heater on the wall is fixed My bones warm up a bit Thus, I no longer have to use the oven to heat my space Apartment is clean Finally caught up on categorizing my library The donation box got quite a few books Propaganda I am not going to read My feline companion does little to help the situation George, pay some bills! Is it OK to just not like reality? Smoke a fat bowl and drink some grog Blurred and begrudgingly part of this debacle we call a society Fuck

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By Dominic Jones Sometimes I just don't want to be here Take the edge off reality Bu then I take a deep breath And look around Sometimes I know my reality is not terrible I just want to be numb And not care Not that bad to be here and sober Better than stoned and not in tune with my breath work My cognitive self-change My spiritual bankruptcy My gratitude that I practice constantly In tune with sobriety Sometimes I know life is great and I can share it with you

By Dominic Jones I burn the midnight candle Once again This glowing screen is my solitude Get inspiration from music I don't trust myself And I don't trust you either Here for #1 And that's it I don't trust myself with my medication laying around Or a knife in the drawer Life is good and I would never cut Never been a cutter and not going to start now But the option is always there The pain is somehow better than this mundane reality