By Michael Hadamik
These personal testaments are written from states of turmoil and moments of golden clarity.
01 / The Book
From the Introduction, page 3
Introduction
My sincere hope is to assist those who are deep in troubles, be they addictive in tendency, unfortunately circumstantial, or self-inflicted.
These personal testaments are written from states of turmoil and moments of golden clarity.
I am a simple poet on the other side of devastation, still slowly growing, and these poems I’ve long been waiting to place in the currents of the world.
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Introduction
There is hope on the other side through much surrender and work, painstaking endurance, and patiently walking out of dark tunnels.
I’m thankful to still be here and pray that this book of poems serves as a strange chronicle of before, during, and after addiction.
I encourage anyone who is suffering from addiction, depression, or any personal dilemma to reach out for help.
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SOUL IS TO BODY
AS MEANING IS TO WORD.
Wind is to world as Spirit is to function.
Words are connectors · page 11
03 / Experience
Page 193
PAPERFACE · MICHAEL HADAMIK
I am not a writer of the world.
Stories behind the curtain of the face/
The eye is a clock and a portal/
I’m physical and spiritual/
I’m mental and soulful/
Blank page eternity.
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04 / Excerpts
I p. 4
Sunlight hits the paper with renewed insight. The end of the page is not the end of the world. There’s a mountain full of diamonds where dreams rustle in the rumbling mind, waiting for arrival.
II p. 6
Poetry is the magic missing link to express tragedy and capacity. Hope flows from inner spirit, clicks with bones to forge connection, and extends the dream to the peak of plain life moments.
III p. 8
Rain is a piano that plays on the skin. Rain is a blue guest that is always welcome in. Rain is a typewriter making poems.
IV p. 9
No one is shadowless; no one has escaped despair. I want to be like a cloud, patiently traveling through a world entrenched in pockets, eclipses, delayed indefinite involvements…
V p. 10
Brilliant Truth is invincible, unkillable, fearless, and fierce in its pursuit of pure momentum. Continue to seek this… Brilliant Truth.
VI p. 13
I wish I still had the original paper that I ran to immediately upon being woken up one evening in my youth. I heed the nudge, situate myself before a notebook, and begin to drip words out.
VII p. 17
Between Truth and the world, writing material is endless. Muffling behind the walls of words are meanings. I am certain the curtain of the future will open.
VIII p. 19
I am just new every moment I live. The proof of my self is the love that I give. Question the eyes coming clean with no shadow. Believe without doubt that the truth will be known.
IX p. 25
How does a poet sea? By lonely sitting and secluded listening to voices sent over waters. Everything is important to the poet, to take down and give sound to. Enter into the humble book.
X p. 135
Every choice we make adds beauty or grief to the world. Once upon a time, I was an addict, but I now resume my dream, with dust in my wings and a head full of words only I can put forth.
XI p. 193
Return to simplicity. Blank page eternity. Sitting still during the storm and not responding to urges. Balance on the blank page the anguish and the rage.
XII p. 194
I’m a lonely transparent whisperer/ I am a quiet flame/ I am a poet secretly seeking to know everyone’s dream and name/
05 / Lines
The end of the page is not the end of the world.p. 4
Rain is a typewriter making poems.p. 9
No one is shadowless; no one has escaped despair.p. 9
I watch words wander in the forest of my mind.p. 6
Brilliant is the upward view. Do not trust the echoes of darkness.p. 18
Don’t discredit an entire life.p. 20
Stretching soul to paper is a stranger on vacation.p. 120
I am a quiet flame.p. 194
The once blank page becomes a dancing space for Truth to break free from hearts that receive.p. 5
06 / Author
“I am currently over 17 years clean from a 13-year-long addiction that nearly destroyed me.”
“I have been writing since my early teenage years.”
“I am a strange abstract mystical poet, and I know my writings are unusual.”
From the Introduction
