Best Addicts Poems
It's not hunger for food
And it makes one a fool
It's really nothing good
More like leaving a toddler in a pool
All victims does panic
But they're in as if they get a commission
The actions are so ironic
Leaving one amazed, on the line of division
They do monologues
You really would swear they are mad
If you hear them doing dialogues
The topics don't match the news, it's so sad
They say they steal for a living
Unfortunately the earth so soon is what they end up leaving
Cable
The electronic pipe
Flowing with bits and bytes
To keep the media ripe
Got to keep the masses
Enjoying the show
Keep them blind
With the digital flow
That delicious little wire
That poisonous snake
Whatever term you like
The truth can’t be faked
And “what is that?” you might say
Why you’re being programmed in every little way
You’re being fed a digital soup
To keep you in line
And out of the loop
We are all slaves of the digital code
All to willing
If I may be so bold
Baited, hooked and caught
Consume, spend, consume
Is what were taught
Click, click, click
My obedient slave
Fear not
I have what you crave
The lights
The sounds
And discounts you follow
All designed to keep you empty and hollow
Don’t forget to follow my latest tweet
It’s the same soul sucking message
Set to repeat
Do you see a pattern here?
It’s quite clear my dear
Your worth for the day
Is what you have available to pay
Quite a mess I must confess
But then again from this world
I expected nothing less
Sad that my expectations are so low
Then again that’s the goal
Of the digital flow
Eric (and sometimes not)
Drug-addicts’ utopia
Seldom becomes true,
Ends up in destopia!
in the beginning there be
only...
a plus and a relative minus
then...
calculation of geometric parts
that...
revealed concepts in the minds
make-up...
of parallel thought-form ideas
fostering...
similar change in experiences
of...
so called time-addicts
obsessions...
with a number-able
count...
stans sand
Philadelphia,
When you enter Philadelphia
You will think that all the drug lords
Of the World live in that USA State.
Millions of drug addicts,
Streets filling with homeless people
Due to drug addictions
And few secret reasons ...
Which could be taken as serious problem
Of the USA government to look at first
Than trying to bring Solutions
To other countries.
Let us be realists
And continue to share some problems
Of different countries for Solutions.
I feel so sad to see
how the top World economy country
Failing its own problems
And trying to help countries
With small problems.
Can we say that some World governments
Profit more in some big crimes?
Is this question capture your attention
World poets?
It is said,"
Well Ordered
Charity
Begins with yourself."
It is my concerns
As I love Americans.
How happy will I be
If President Joe Biden
Sending Vice president Kamala
To Philadelphia Governor
And fix those problems first
Than continue losing Americans taxes
Money in unimportant Africa tours.
God help thousands of Americans
Homeless and millions of drug Addicts.
June 10th 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
With so many wonderful words out there
of remarkable rhyming quality,
like harbinger, extraordinare’,
recompense, and soliloquy,
I find it hard to make a choice
betwixt effervescent and supine.
As to which of these appease me most
when I prepare to pen a rhyme.
Suddenly I’ll hear the call,
“Why must you have to choose,
one single word from among them all,
With so many great words to use?”
Divine bovine! What a fantastic idea!
an awesomely somniferous notion!
Somewhere out there could there really be a
Way to use all and not stir a commotion?
The tempter entices “go on grab a few
From this syllabically succulent fare
Blend them together like a pot of word stew
Just make sure they are each one quite rare.”
Consequently orates my old nemesis,
this word addicts worst foe to the pen.
Oh dear, what the heck! With an addiction like this,
I can’t wait to start over again!
I
Don't quit. You will win
Alcoholics Anonymous includes God
The lesson: You have a spirit key
That can take you to victory
Never give in: be it good or dark, addiction
Jesus for me, demoted love as emotion
II
Love is action, a verb
Not Conquest, Souvenir, Trophy to brag
On Facebook, social media, & kick to the kerb
The one you took pictures with: proof
You have what it takes to make IT luv U
So emotional highs & lows are addictions
Though sometimes abuse, not a crime
But I needed Jesus to help me discern
To make good judgment, hard with loved ones
After years of trying, bible education, power
Came in drops & drips: So, beloved don't quit
The good fight: fight for what's Good. Jesus did
To the light my soul entrust
The human journey that I must
Partake and find my way
Know where to go, know what to say
Learn from deeds in which I fail
To the Glory of God I hail
From the cross in which I bare
I pray my soul to God with care
Soul with body, not adverse
My disease is not my curse
But the way in which I learn
For, no longer will I yearn
For the outside to come in
Because all I need comes from within
showy sunflowers
natural light towers bright~~
night tides a bent field
It’s okay to be nervous
But there’s no need to fight
When colors flow inside of shapes
You have taken flight
Directions will be pointed
But you’re flying much too high
Caterpillars may inhale smoke
But eat plants to Butterfly
Put that in your pocket
It’s still too soon to see
Calm child, your only worry now
Is how to Drink More Tea
It is the glue that binds us all
Like a Milky Way of toads
Not all venoms taste so sweet
Not all Big Bangs explode
For this place holds a balance
Despite its ever scattering mess
The brightest stars super nova
Within their ego deaths
The implosion of undertow left
Is so dense that it is black
Inside of it light cannot escape
And that’s your beacon back
Now we’ve reached a point
And would you look at that
You’re looking more and more like me
And I a Cheshire Cat
You’re getting so much bigger
And the hang of this place
You’ve eaten the right mushroom pieces
And now you want to race
But before you venture off
And go be on your own
I must forewarn not all that live here
Want this fabric sewn
See while this place’s purpose
Remains to figure out one’s toll
There exist a house of cards
That aims to take control
And if they knew the things I’ve told you
Already I’d be dead
I can still hear the shriek of her voice
Screaming “Off with his head!”
They torture us inside the courtyard
For being who we are
For contemplating philosophy
And expanding minds too far
They’ve found a way to take our treats
And replace them with their tarts
They are boy and girl, but not like us...
The king and queen of hearts
The famous duo and powerful friends
Only want control
You’ll find them at the very bottom
Where demons infect your soul
See, the tarts they manufacture
Once you try you cannot stop
White coated hares recommend them
While their masters sit on top
Once you’ve tasted just a few
For an even smaller amount of time
You can no longer live without them
No matter how many times you try
And once you’re on their hooks
They take away your life
Drug to the courtyard to be judged
More pain, agony, and strife
But it’s at this point you should realize
Before you hear her shout
That I warned you of all this
And have told you the way out
Just reach deep in your pocket
If the situation becomes grotesque
And if you figure it out you’ll know
Why a raven is like a writing desk
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, some of which I'm gonna inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this Soup locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked
some people love being " in love"
are perpetually in love
their cars and houses sing of it
their pets and children
take a back seat as
they are all about this new
fresh never-had-before feeling
They exist and survive solely
on the unique emotion of being in love
Unfortunately, being-in-love stales, and
molds up, and puts itself into
a comfortable state eventually.
When this happens, and it always does,
being-in-love addicts have to
move on - find a new love because it is the
"this is all new and I love it" feeling of being
"in-love" that twirls their heart.
These hunters and gatherers are not yet ready for the "sit around the house next to your best friend, enjoying a big bowl of chili" kind of love. Breaking another's heart, is of no concern, either. They need their "fix".
So they return to the hunt, seeking another who
wants to be "in love". They usually find them too.
Sitting at home, alone in my room,
thinking to self...today, my doom.
A spoon full of crumbs, a spoon full of stuff,
put out my smoke, done took the last puff.
Looking for the right, the so perfect vein,
I'm doing this now, in to much pain.
The shot has been shot, its quickly away,
no dying right now, no dying today.
The next one will happen, know this to be said,
an addicts pleasure, often..more pain, instead.
Thinking to self...tomorrow, my doom,
sitting at home, alone in my room.
The need to escape is truly vast
Usually from memories of the past
Or a hungry need to get away
From harsh happenings of today
It's not so hard to make that choice
When heart pain smothers your silent voice
Others around you sweetly dreaming
While your soul is endlessly screaming
Do you know what it's like to be me?
When your life's been so trouble free
Who are you to be my judge?
Don't give me that self-righteous nudge
I don't need your futile sympathy
Unless you mean to set me free
But you can't understand my mind
And so to me you are totally blind
You judge me as an absolute nutter
When you see me slumped in the gutter
You don't know that it's where I choose
Drugs the only way out of life sick blues
Find me an answer and I will follow
Give a ladder out of slimy hollow
But I know you don't have a way out
And my sanity you'll always doubt
I would rather sink in this noisome hole
Than face a world with spirit not whole
You think the devil has become my friend
But I chose this as a means to an end
An end to the pain you can never understand
And so I could never be a part of your band
You don't want to hear my trumpet blowing
Or the truth that I'm openly showing
You just hide in your shell
And pretend all is well
From troubled people like me
You quickly turn and flee
I give your world an ugly display
So you loathe me being here in your way
Because you can't help but see me here
That instils in you such rageful fear
If only you could understand
Instead of rejection just take my hand
And show me what I'm truly worth
Give me a reason to stay on this earth.
Give me all of one thing, and I’d gladly
give up all of the others.
Not for me the monotony of variety,
the trying, the sampling, the dabbling,
the skimming over surfaces.
Experience is nothing without intensity.
Give me a drowning then,
in a false god, a love, a cause (any), a bottle, a syringe.
Depths to sink to
en route to the peaks of rapture.
Give me freedom from having to make choices,
relief from the responsibility of autonomy,
the solace of surrendering
to that which demands
humility, piety, the soul’s nudity.
Obedience is clarity.
All of life reduced to the totality of me
and the finality of “it”.
Give me the comfort of wanting all of one thing
that wants all of me.