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Cry of the City


We will walk then, you and I

When daylight shuts her weary eye;

Down the streets where beggars sleep

And drug crazed addicts spend their keep.

On streets that wind through thick and thin

Past monuments of broken sin

The painted whores who smile a lot

A rejected child that time forgot.

 

The evening hymn that sorrows sing

The call to prayer that church bells ring;

The sounds and smells that rape a city

The calls for help that won't find pity.

Do we have time to heal the curse

That captures all the universe

Or would it really be worthwhile

To quell the question with a smile?

 

But we have walked these streets before

And hoped our ears could dim the roar

Of silence gripping cold nightmares

That come unbidden up the stairs.

We share the night with lesser fools

Who stake their plight without sound rules

For each new challenge finds old pain

That lives to give then comes again.


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Screaming at the Sky


Screaming at the Sky
Mothers screaming mournfully at a deaf sky holding their heads helplessly as they cry pitiful tears for innocent, defenseless children slaughtered in fatal cross fires, deadly drug wars drive-by shootings, and cases of mistaken identity on blood-splattered streets, senseless endless violence; but who really gives a damn, only grief-stricken mothers screaming mournfully at a deaf sky.
10-21-2014

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Motherland's Funeral

In the past, my country
cradled me within her womb,
but our roles reversed.
I held her in my arms,
felt her slip away.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

They wrenched her from my arms,
took her from my loving arms
to poke, to prod and draw blood.
I prayed while watching attempts made
at her resuscitation,
as greedy hands held out pens,
prodding me to fill in the proper forms.

The world is on lithium,
the drug has defiled the last drop of clean water.
My country was on lithium,
for her, the vibrant colours turned into dull grays,
and in the end, her heart gave way 
from having spent too many decades 
trapped within a gilded cage.

She had an organ donor card -
her organs were sold off one-by-one
while she still clung onto life.
Her organs were removed,
replaced with waving flags
and roaring stadiums.

Men from every standing, race and creed,
groped Motherland's body
after causing her to bleed.
Many men had laid with her. 
Oh, how they did.
At least some men showed decency,
graced her with meaningful caresses.
But they were far and few between -
between the rape, miscarriages and spoils.

Lithium is being slipped into my drink,
into my food, into the very air I breathe,
so daily I purge,
horrified by my country's overdose.
She looks decrepit, splayed out in the morgue,
a cardboard ticket hanging from a big toe
like an empty, whorish price tag.

I will have to give her a proper burial in my mind,
for they are going to have Mother embalmed,
encase her in a glass coffin,
and put her on display.

Our Mother passed away,
yet the land is here to stay.
I will walk across clear-cut ridges,
pass through neon-lit distractions
as a gypsy vagabond.
From now on, the territorial lines
mean nothing more to me than rules to follow.
The shell of this country remains, 
Nationalism has turned empty-hollow.

I lost my country today.
Gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts overseas.

I lost my country today,
held her in my arms,
watched her slip away,
felt her slip away.





April 30th, 2012

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Love and Lust

I did not mean to snatch your heart
Like with the claw of a vorocious bird of pray
You fell into my unset trap 
Speared yourself upon my harpoon 
Which had only been hanging on the wall
You threw yourself into my way
stole my arrows and brandishing them with cupids blood
Punctured your heart without a thought 
Other than the whisper of my name 
You claim that I'm a siren
I've led you to your death
But it was the birds i sang to 
Your name did not leave my unforgiving lips 
With swollen eyes from crying
Filled with swirling colors of obsession 
You beg to me and plead with me 
Blaming me and cursing me  
Claiming that i drug you here
Forgetting it was you who snuck in through my balcony 
To watch me in the fountains 
And listen to my voice
To see how the animals follow me
And witness how the moon becomes my robes 
And the stars become my eyes
How the setting sun remains all night 
Within the silk of my hair 
how roses color my cheeks 
In the darkness of the cold 
And the world surrounds me 
And the beauty of the light i behold 
Where in this story did i bewitch you 
Where did i make you call my name 
Did i once respond or invite you to play a game
you claim i did this to you 
When you only did it to yourself 
did you enjoy your gaze upon the child of Cerynian
Did you think I'd become your obediant wife 
When did i claim i loved you 
How quickly you think of these blasphemous lies 
Your not in love you simpleminded mortal
Your infatuated and in lust and your lust is a lie

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Curse the Hour

I’ll not be the mask of your madness
I’ll not be the whip of your demands
I’ll not be the drug of your habit
I’ll not be the dough in your hands

I’ll not be the doll that’s your play thing
I’ll not be the container of your need
I’ll not be the victim of your anger
I’ll not be the object of your greed
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’ll the bread that he feeds on
I’ll be the water that he drinks
I’ll be the cloud that he walks on
I’ll be the thoughts that he thinks

I’ll be the tent that he dwells in
I’ll be the heaven that he dreams
I’ll be the angel that he wants
I’ll be the sparkle in his stream

I'll be the star that he follows
I'll be the sun’s warmth on his chest
I'll be the moon that allures him
I'll be the treasure of his quest

I'll be the fairy of his woodland
I'll be the seductress of his need
I'll be the breast that he lies on
I'll be the dogma of his creed

I’ll be the honey that he savors
I’ll be the dessert that he craves
I’ll be the sea that he dips in
I’ll be the virgin he enslaves
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I would have been all that to you
I gladly would have made you king
But you gave all that to another
Now you must taste my bitter sting

You must watch his hands caress me
You must see his mouth devour
You must hear my sighs of pleasure
You must curse the betrayal hour

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Learning the ropes

I remember when i was younger
sometime around the age of ten,
it was back when i took for granted
what it really meant to have a friend.
A friend to me was a person
who understood my every way,
no matter the fears i encountered in life
my friend stood beside me each and every day.
But the friends i had in childhood
they were too quick to teach me the ropes,
because the one thing they never taught me
was in life; how to cope.
How to cope with the loss of a loved one
or even just how to get by from day to day,
especially when life was getting to hard
just to find i was the only one standing in my way.
I've learned that some ropes are made for tieing
and some ropes twist up and bind,
then theres one rope thats made for security
to give someone like me just a little piece of mind.
This rope i'm glad i grabbed hold of
it's a  rope I've found it has no end,
it's held by the hands of family
and people i consider my closest friends.
This rope has pulled me through some hard times
and on occasions it's even drug me through the worst,
i thank god for the ties that bind it 
and it's the rope that i learned first.

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Elicit Illicit Lucid Dreams -contains nudity-

~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense to those encrypted with unconsciousness. Scalpel in 
hand, methodical break and entering, break dancing meninges remove 
portions of brain doin' the bitchin'. Ah, this immaculate incision! 

    Lucid dreams vacating turnstile vibrations, deteriorating horrific screams 
douching eardrums. Ultraviolet eyes fortified by THREES---Mind-Body-Soul, 
rolled up into one huge trinity. 
    
    I'm moving asses fantastic. Call me the "Proctologist of Poetry". 

    Electrify words, regurgitate, choke and vomit the crock of crap-ola. Venture 
down butter slides until the sky goes red. 

    Still too uptight to listen? (don't pretend in comments that you read this 
entire poem if ya' didn't) glisten, be kind, rewind, let liquid swords chop away 
fat weighing upon your forces. Once doors of perception swing eyes wide 
open. Devour the false to magnify hate. I love you the same. I love you, never 
in vain. Hearing your verse lifts a heavy curse carried in shame. 
    
    As a child, I had no fear of apocalypse, or world hunger. No, phobia meant 
running out of words to give, to receive, from lips. It haunts me to this day. 
Tho' the bliss of poetic language's kiss, soothes the cries. Altruistic sighs! Now 
we dance! Dancing Harmony times three equals harmonize! Tour your Third 
Eye, yir' Karma-eyes!

    To the heads that said, "NO CAN DO!"- We've weaved advice for you. File 
illicit deeds away, for in dreams we are connected, Siamese twins, at the 
wrist, spellbound paradise! Let go of doubt, negativity= below zero. Work it 
out! Crash whiplash angles 'till friggin' rectangles dangle through 
kaleidoscopes of style. Poet trees smear the cosmos. Let go! THREE will never 
be alone. Bestow the glow, thorazine vapors escape secret tombs where 
peroxide cleans wounds. Fusing two Toots in common with Nefertiti. THREES. 
    
    Elicit illicit lucid dreams gushing ejaculatory melodic screams. Orgasmic 
spasms...vas deferens between actual sacks and Staff of Ra polluted sticky 
streams. Peddle the bicycle high, annihilate attrition, like motivated Mormons, 
door to door men, on a worldwide mission. I love you, I miss you...witness the 
vision...alive in the schism!

*credit A.Horovitz, A.Yauch, M.Diamond, Billy Corgan

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EDGER ALL POE

Our dark founding father, of American literature,
A sinister beacon of darkness, lighting the way
Into the darkened abyss of mankind’s soul.
Within the galleria of madness, he is the
Grandmaster of the black ink, and it's
 Written words of terror.
In thus the shadow realm, does his spirit
Still roam, on the cutting edge of fear,
A fine thin line, is drawn between reality,
And fictions illusionary world.
Life's a shunned, abandonment’s creation,
The lord's misbegotten son, embraced
The night's cloak, in it's power
His only salvation unto history's
 Remembrance, is found a truth's
Justice and notability's respect.
Loves passionate compliant servant,
Dashed against the rocks of life itself,
Broken and damaged, he rose above
The waves of poverty, and the under
 Current of tragedies broken
Heart.
Some may say he wrote from the after
Effects that laid, at the bottom
 Of the bottle.
Or afterfeeds drug endued comma, dulling
The emotional nerves concept between
Right and wrong, the social exceptionable
Norm.
But we care not what others wish to believe,
For we honor him, those of us the dark poets,
As the father whom lead the way, between
Light and dark.
Dearest Edger Allen Poe, the legend, the man,
A spiritual dark representative, with pens quailed
Ink at his command.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




















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Felt So Right

Eyes locked, engaged, trapped in a silent exchange.
Our souls step from our shells, dancing in the empty space between us.
Look away before I drown in the need I feel inside, I  quiver.
Feeling dizzy, standing in our moment as it passes us by.
Serve me with your kindness, say nothing as I walk away.
Never had eyes melted the ice on my heart, frozen, it thaws.
Had it been a day, maybe doubt. A year, diminished my willpower.
Encounters began to climax, from no words to a mere few,
Until I took a stand, I was captivated with the need to get near you.
Closer, I had no control, you made my body tingle with your smile.
That wink when no one was watching teased a spiritual sensation.
Waving the white flag I begged for surrender from this tease.
Talk to me, let me into your life, let me crawl inside your world, stay.
Success. Face to face with no one to witness, I felt you without touching.
Heat radiated from my skin, a fire speckling my flesh in tiny bursts, exploding.
Energy, unbelievable, phenomenal melding of our auras creating power.
My mind left my body for a moment so my heart could take over.
Lips touched, soft upon wet, ticklish stubble of your hair on my chin.
Passion, oh I never knew the meaning of the word until you kissed me.
No drug could get me higher, no drink could calm my sensations.
How could something so wrong feel so right, I let go and walked away.
My heart begged to stay, you felt so right under my touch, let loose.
My mind was just too strong.
As I walked away from you, your smell on my skin, you will linger.
With that amazing kiss I broke a vow that was bound upon my finger.
We will have our dance one day, my spirit tells me it is so.
The choice I have to make, I must, though I do not want to let you go.
I do love you, you know.


For Contest : When Doing wrong feels so right
Sponsor: Jared Pickett
Name' Casarah Nance
Date: 08-11-2014

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Who Knew Your Forever Was

Who Knew Your Forever Was


Who knew your forever was eleven months and a day
me trying to keep you , buckets of love in each play
Girl, your sexy body was the drug I desperately needed
yet you went to ice cold as my hurting heart pleaded!

Who knew my faithful love, sadly was never enough
you would hit me with heartbreak and say tough
Girl, your body set my heart burning in a blaze
now your leaving sent this man into a drunken haze!

Who knew your paradise was to be a future dark Hell
deeper the false ride you gave the farther I fell
Girl, I thought to love and your life truly save
now you cast me into this dark and lonely grave!

I am just too far gone to now be rightly thinking
I sit here my mind rotting , heart rapidly sinking
Girl, your leaving rips me apart, sets me to drinking
I sit here in darkness, my broken soul all bleeding!

Robert Lindley
August 17th 1977

note: I wrote this over three decades ago, while drunk, 
 on a Saturday night. 
Beaten down by a woman that broke my soul . That cut
my heart out and ate it with relish. I tried to get
her to see her folly but no dice. Life is like that.
People run their own path picking up pleasure and 
then casting it away. Youth must suffer from its lack
of experience...

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Wall Street

      

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of bare bottoms, pelted slavery. 

Upon entry to rule, the open stage of smoked mirrors began to reflect back upon the podium of lies. Taught by scholars from university books of political science. Fearful of leadership matching mirrored images, of false pretense, babbling rhetoric. The stirring masses of discontented, individualistic, thought of as dead - enders, trouble makers, and rebel rousers, rallied aimlessly.   

With super hero, Captain Do Gooder, bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. Weary lost hope combatants mustered courage, and accepted destiny. To this point, someone shouted against the wind of change. Felt by all who sensed the importance. 
"To death do us part of the purpose to which we, the united, stand for justice". 
The chant began, as Captain Do Gooder was dragged away, and cuffed, once bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. 
Damn the torpedoes. Damn the torpedoes. 
Captain Do Gooder, fallen, bruised ego matching skinned knees, lays helpless. Who will save them now.

Second glances from high rise penthouses. Serving champagne and caviar. Brought iron clenched hands once hidden, to draw the stage curtain down. 

With Captain Do Gooder nowhere to be found. The voice that came from pain of pupil. Born within broken dreams of promised lands. Realized nothing was coming cheap on this occupation. 

The dusty streets found Captain Do Gooder aimlessly stepping against the winds of change, down Wall Street. The well-intentioned, arrested and broken spirited, lost hope of recycling any salvage rights taken from them by Metro. 

Was this the end of the well thought out, pushed down occupation.  
Was this the beginning, of the underground faction. Where was senior generation X hiding. Only Captain Do Gooder and the well-intentioned, world stage occupiers, hold the key to that Pandora's box of hope. 

 
The peoples across the oceans were already springing far ahead in their own, more brutal campaign. For they had no cushion on which they were raised to kneel against. Tyranny ran over them.  A lesson yet not felt, or learnt, or taught, in the new world.  No chance of city mayors issuing eviction notices. Bullets, tanks and bombs were of the order. Brought down the line, traced back to the ones our United Nations to this day, refuse to acknowledge.
While leaders there home internet shop, and pump out the lies. Everyone dies. 


In the heart of the continent of center, where unto which as mankind sprang forth, for its first and ever conquest.  
The lights kept dim, to obscure the violent cleansing. A facade to disguise once moreover, the brutal tyranny for which the greed of the elite, control the dimmer switch. Diamonds and oil fuel the fire of war and oppression, on this stage of greed and guilt. Too far away, and too many distractions upon center stage for one to see or care. Thought and looked upon by most as racially motivated.  The origins of all mankind, to be left, far too far, behind. The true forsaken people. Why is man unkind.


So..........will Captain Do Gooder raise the bar to which drinks for the house, and all around, will quench the thirst felt by ninety nine percent of the people............mother knows best.   
Yet, still, self-inflicted roadblocks of appointed destiny, drop kicked long days past. Faint light shining far ahead, within the tunnel of hell, brought up to land. Firm above the depths to which it sprang. The truth of world order.  

Wait......what do we see......do our closed eyes deceive our cries........................................

We see Captain Do Gooder catching second wind. 

She breathes deep now and all can hear her war cry, no longer whimpering softly. As in past tense situations, given way to dazed and confused wall street *****es.  
She builds momentum, as our brothers and sisters lay dying and bleeding. On the streets of some not so distant for telling, of what's to be, will never not be coming full steam ahead and plowing through the hidden agenda.  One step beyond the line drawn in the sand of time, we thought would never be crossed. Give way thoughtless future tellers, and takers. Still holding firm with paper cuts, deep into the hands who printed and prepared such slave papers, kept by the elite bankers. 

Captain Do Gooder returns renewed and refreshed. Our true Mother.  
Captain Do Gooder feels strong, as bruised knees and scraped hands heal. 


Brush of destiny sweepstakes,  allots winnings of earth shaking, volcano erupting, tsunami tidal waves, with bonus draws of worldwide chaos. Future draws are to be held with worldwide winners. Grand prize, dead oceans rising.  

The next generation have no fear digest writes the next chapter. 

 
Hold the press down firmly wall street backbiting backbenchers. Drawn into the crossfire, on her mark, place the x on the next general who dares not fall into civil disobedience.  
Captain Do Gooder has grown teeth, and she is biting down hard against the line to pipe riches, spoiled from her lands. Stolen from the first pilgrimage, fifteen thousand years old, lost empire. 

How dare you steal from, and pollute the minds of her children. Yet old enough to drink and drug and die in war.  How dare all of us. 

Meanwhile back at the ranch.  Captain Do Gooder hugs tight that tree of life, to which sprang all this elbow rubbing and diversion. Wall street huddles in her corner, painted red to match the lengths to which an end will surely bring to it. 
Painted red for all to see. 
The end to friendly letter writing, give peace a chance, make love not war, generation taking a bow, and snow birding it, to false sense of security land. Like the ostrich with its head in the sand. 



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Security Blanket

Security Blanket 

No chance of rain tonight,
No bogeyman, when I turn off the lights.
A phrase I found and adore with the warmth of your security.
You are the reason I attain true maturity.

I love when you lay down next to me,
Like the high tide of the sea,
You move all the warm motions inside.
My arms are the comfort you use to seek and hide.

Your nestle holds a true rhythm that hums its own song~
Nothing comes close to breaking this precious bond~
A sweet cradle-song only I hear,
You play my grin, without the strings of a puppeteer.

My heartbeat needs its fix and drug,
Your sweet, charming smiles and hug, 
Is all I need to succeed, 
You are, my only creed!

A kiss, I give on your forehead,
Into a poet’s world where your blanket a dulcet lullaby, 
my arms are your bed.

“Goodnight Sweet Child, Sweet Child of Mine!”

By; pd

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FEVER PITCH

FEVER  PITCH

Demons of faith,
God speed,
Ageless tears,
 
A dweller lost in the perfect Odyssey.
Bricks of memories, barricade my way out.
Growing gray within the ageless centuries.
Steady rivers, at the pitch of one response.
Times out, by the heat, and beauty.
Tragedy is never a fear to announce.

The drug that takes to cure, the world,
~ lost in a torn humanity.
Harmless, results and tears
~ struck in every way, in the same day.

Sneaky thoughts up my sleeve. 
I will leave, the envious of me, this you best believe,
There is no way in...
YET!!
I found the perfect way out...
Destroying demons,
That get in my way..

Waking up in a dusty road.
Unleashing every load.
Today's a different day, still I wake up the same way.
But, today life is reversed.
I find myself with an endless thirst.
Tossing me into a 700 degree level,
I shine away from the path of the dust devil.
Swirling all around, forbidden to enter my bound.
Your pitch at me,
a fever I want no more.
Now I can see, the emptiness of the things inside of me.
Now I can feel, my soul reaching out to heal.

Breaking every cold sweat, 
Shivers, pneumonia a life of regrets.
Withdrawals left behind.
Symptoms, showing the fever is gone.

God Speed*
Into my life*

 by;p.d.

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Battling Addiction

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Drug weak, dizzy alienating, boring, fading quicksand, asphyxia, tunnel, light embracing, joining, aiming eternal, paternal God
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This Shoe

There was An Old Women in This Shoe...
She had so many Children that it felt just like A Zoo.
She taught Them love,read poetry,and books...
They choose anger,hatred, and would not even look.
She taught Them reading,arithmetic,and writing...
They chose pain,aggravation,and dynamic fighting.
She Taught Them to Be Honest,truthful,never to fib or lie???
They chose words with devious vulgar meanness and demise.
She made Them scrap books with animals and art work of every kind.
They chose alcohol,drugs,Drug Dealers,and misery;Why???
She married a disease She knew not of its' severity or  how to beat...
These Children All adopted it and low and Behold became rather weak.
She resort to teaching Them how to Pray to God and have Mercy.
How They forgot Her,All Their Manors,and those taught curtsies.
She would still Pray for Them to Her very last Days smothered By Kids.
You know;They came in All Sizes;Big,Medium,and small Bids.
Oh How She would Say,"Please For The Sake of God!!!
She happens to Be Gone In there live now...
As Precious as Her words were...
They still Haven't heard Her and just nod.

By Charlene L.Wilcox 09-20-2014

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If You Have A Sleep Disorder



If you have a sleep disorder, I strongly advise that you have it checked Apparently, if it is serious enough, it can even lead to death Was diagnosed with very serious "sleep apnea" a while ago The treatment, is extremely difficult to get used to Ever try sleeping with two plastic thingies stuck up your nose I guess I'll get used to it eventually People that have been using a machine like this for years Swear by it and tell me the results will be fantastic... like night and day But I must be patient and persevere. It will take a little while to get used to Really? Are you saying eventually I won't notice these thingies up my nose? Maybe if I drug myself till I think I'm a fairy princess Or a famous Shakespearean actor in tights I'm willing to give it a shot! Oops! Sorry, lost my train of thought there The thought of me prancing around as a fairy princess Has always kind of appealed to me... oops! I mean, as a Prince Charming Now back to my sleep apnea, wish me luck It's supposed to make me more rested, sweet and happy SO GET OUT OF MY FACE TILL THEN YOU GUYS! We must be patient, this is not going to happen overnight! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Give Me Some LSD- Love's Sexy Desire

Give me some LSD, Baby
I need this fix
I need that high
Let's give it a try

Psychedelic sight and sound
Taking off...off the ground
Only feeling...feeling...feeling
Reeling...reeling...reeling....
brought on by YOUR LSD
Love's Sexy Desire

Only you can give it to me
You....my "drug" dealer
My pain healer
my fantasy feeder
my euphoria reaper
my ecstasy peaker

Tonight, baby, tonight!!
Withdrawal symptoms are killing me
Give me your LSD
Love's Sexy Desire
Give it to me, Baby
Multiple trips
With your firm grip
Licking my lips
Making me strip
gliding on hips
honey drips...drips

Oh, baby, B A B Y Y Y Y
I'm flying high!!
You grunt and I sigh
We're painting the sky
LSD, telling this world bye bye
Love's Sexy Desire


Shoot it up me now
Baby, you know how
   now Now NOW
   Oh...oh...WOW
      W~O~W
      !!!WOW!!!
W~*~*~O~*~*~W

Eileen

I was just playing with words here. Please feel free to comment. If you find the content offensive...please let me know, and I'll remove the poem. I know drug addiction is NOT something to taken lightly. I know what addiction is. Please give me feedback. Hugs to one and all...My daughter informed me that LSD is not something you shoot up! Ahem....well, for the purpose of THIS poem, it is! ;)

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For You My Brothers And Sisters With Love

love is vital if you find it fight for it we give up too quickly on our partners we need to be in touch with our hearts not our minds would you fault a rose because it has thorns? their perfectly weaved petals alone forgives the little blood they might draw cherish one on one love it is the serum that sustains us as important as water it is the meals give us sustenance it is easy to quit on someone easy to snort the drug infatuation new union comes with a substantial boost of adrenalin but what goes up must come down. that is the frustration of drugs the high is fleeting true love does not happen by accident it is a conscious commitment nurture your love never leave your garden unattended don’t wait until you lose it to see the writing on the wall love on its own contains our purpose our joy our success our fulfillment if you have found it grab on and never let go it just may be the last rose in the garden

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My Addictive Lie

Deliciously addicting, you are my drug, I am self medicated.
You are a disease I am infected, oh so loved and hated.
I cannot get enough of you resting inside my soul,
You are a thief in the daylight hours and my kisses you stole.
I keep coming back to the smell of your skin rubbed against mine.
You are gold, I want to keep rubbing until you glow and I shine.
Fingers, oh your fingers, in my peaceful territories they breach,
Battling against my senses until my sanity is out of reach.
Chiseled by your hammer, I am molded into your perfection,
I am a slave to your command, speak your orders, your direction.
There is no door that could be shut, even when it is time to go.
For you are the master of my being, I think you already know.
You are my addiction, I need you more than I need this air.
Body around my body, keep telling me you will always be there.

09-17-2014

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The Promise, A Vow Broken

The Promise, A Vow Broken


Let me take you to the edge of heaven
a week we have the lucky number seven
Each day shall pass love wrapped time
every moment, every minute so sublime

Nights will see our lusts celebrated
only for you was I gifted and created
That gift is only the purest of Love
beautiful as a snow white turtle dove

Before each dawn ends every lovefest
we shall forever forget all the rest
Each memory will be eternally given
in sexual madness we both be driven 

Madness others only beg to ever get
soaked in love we shall never regret
This is my romantic promise to you
we together, so deeply locked as two!

R.J. Lindley
jan, 09, 1975

note:  A poem , a vow I made so long ago.
Only broken by the hate birthed from her drug addiction 
a year later. Even then I carried the torch for a few 
more years but finally saw that my life must be lived.
I then , only then broke that youthful vow.. Sometimes
 life just suxs and then we must go on...

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Puff Puff Pass

It is pain that keeps me awake.
Splinters on my broken spine linger on.
There's no relief with medicine.

Swallow, one pain swallows the other,
like stepping on broken glass, I swallow.
My stomach fills with doctors hate,
and it's all for the greater good.
That is what I am told... 

Lies, I don't buy it anymore.
The credit of their caring has been overdrawn.
But Mother Nature gave us a remedy,
grown from her life bed she has sent herbs.
Puff, one inhale of smoke, I puff.
Filling lungs with beautiful, natural medicine,
That is what I am told...

Governments finally see it,
acknowledging medical weed.
Counting the costs against the pain,
marijuana blows up its smoke.
Users are not afraid to fry,
light one up, and feel it's effect.
The government has succeeded,
taking power from drug dealers.
Feasting in the funds weed brings in,
finally giving society a change, a chance.
Cha-ching, the political pocketbooks fill, cha-ching.
Changing the economy one drug at a time.
That is what I am told...

Whether one believes it is right,
it is right to have the options.
That is what I am told.














For Contest: Global Poetry
Prompt: Legal Use Of Marijuana
Date: 11-14-2014  edited 11-17-2014

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The Pot Shop

Since 2012 two states have voted to legalise marijuana for recreational use.
Colorado & Washington.  Six other states has legalised it for medicinal use.
Bringing the total to 23. The House of Representatives have voted to defund federal raids of medical-marijuana facilities in states that allow them. 
In Oklahoma a state senator has campaigned to legalise the drug because in Genesis 1:29, “God said, ‘Behold, I have given you every herb-bearing seed  upon the face of all the earth’

What will be the ramifications of allowing such a drug to be bought freely at will?

Will our children suffer the consequences from their parent’s abuse and dependency? 

How can we control a drug that is meant to be used, only for medical reasons?

These and many more questions surface in our minds today. 

With some stretch of the imagination I can see the pot shop insignia, and the trouble 

It can produce in the future. 

 Lastly, “What will happen when the drug is in shortage?” 

Perhaps we should give this a long and serious thought, before we give in to this 

Cyclical grabbing permissive society. 

November 13, 2014






 

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Your Love

So much passion,
so much fire,
you're like a drug;
with you,
I can't get any higher.
Loving me all over,
I can't even breathe.
I used to be sober,
but you took that from me.
You make me warm 
from my head to my feet.
You're an angel 
sent from heaven,
I'm lost in your
perfect heat.
You radiate my body
with that smile
and those perfect eyes.
You sedate my every muscle,
when your hands
touch my thighs.
Kissing you
blocks my reality.
I'm enraptured 
by your touch.
Stuck in my head
you're the melody
of a song they
could never play too much.
I hope I never loose you,
not now or ever again.
I couldn't live without you,
you are the sweetest sin.
You make the stars 
shine brighter every night,
and every day,
the sky changes its shade of blue.
Being with you
everything feels right,
there's no wrong in
anything we do.
Skin touching skin
sparks fly and ignite.
Again and again,
we write our song
through the night.
This is how your feels with
just a few words to describe it.
When our lips meet,
I get chills.
you're perfect,
so never deny it.

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Aphrodisiacs

Oh honey, oh honey are you coming to bed
I assure you, my darling, this thing ain't dead

I've swallowed some oysters, and eaten a fig
Just wait and see, it's going to be really big

I know that happened last time, it won't happen again
Got chocolate to get blood, pumping through my vein

You're right I'm forty and on that anti-depressant drug
But it doesn't mean we can't get freaky down on the rug

For lunch I had an asparagus,avocado, and arugula salad
Come closer my princess, for I'm the dark knight in this ballad

I 've tried coffee, honey, pomegranate, yohimbe and beets
For a night of deep passion and to share in your treats

Oh honey, oh honey come join me in bed
I need to hold you closely and rest my head




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The End

            The (Pret)end(er)

His drug laced hands were trembling
Holding the cold steel blade upon my throat
Convoluted thoughts of my demise filled my mind
On this dark and dreary moonless night

Will this be my only chance
to get the hell out of my misery
Or will this little peon of a man
lose his nerve and chicken out

"Go ahead and slit my throat,
don't hesitate just kill me dead"
As I thought, the juiced up junkie 
got scared and dropped his guard
            
My hands weren't shaking, my blood ran cold
I didn't care about my lost and lonely life
He should have killed me, taken me out
I grabbed the blade and butchered the bastard

Now he's gone to meet his maker
Most likely sent to the depths of hell
His waste of a life is now wasted
No longer a meandering menace to mankind




Dark Poetry Contest
08/10/2014