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We Were Young Once Upon a Time

We spent time with each other time after time
Now, we're older now...looking AT THE TIME FLY...
We were young and happy that splendid time
But, we have grown out of it somehow...I'm gonna cry...
And I know the reason why
I wanna cry...we dreamt of spreading our wings and flying away, being one with 
the current of the aqua-blue sky

We were young once upon a time
But, our young heart never was one – if it was, that would have been sublime
This shame bestows woe upon my soul…because I wish upon a star and my 
wish never came true
My heart is scorching like coal...because I’m enraged of your heartless actions, 
but that’s nothin’ new
My heart is beating like the drums in the night
I know why I feel depressed – everything’s black and white now…I know the 
difference between wrong and right and I’ve fought the good fight
But I can’t fight the rejected of the departure that lead to my rue…but I won’t 
cry (boohoo)…oh no, not tonight…I wanna be as high as a kite & look at life in 
a different light

CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…

Rejected departure (that reduces me to rue)
Won’t mess with me this time…I am as fresh as morning dew
I wear an upside down frown
Gravity won’t push me down 
I’ll Stand Tall and Give it My All
I feel like I’ve been kicked around like a ball
I won’t fall apart
God takes me seriously
He took heart
But, oh God – where shall I flee?
What if sin throws me into captivity?
I would be in chains
But, I have the brains
To unchain me from my fretful fate
I will get out in no time – I won’t hesitate
I’ve been trapped in this shameful state
Help me along the way
I need God’s sun-shining day
To shed relief on me
Ease the pain 
Scrub off my heart’s blasphemy 
Shower down your healing rain  
Now, I look at life in a different light
I feel no guilt – why should I when I fought the good fight with all of my 
perpetual, awesome might? My heart is doused in delight, no longer doused in 
dismay and ahhh-fright!

We spent time with each other here and there
We lived our lives without a single care
But that was once upon a time
It was just a dream all along, though it was crime

~@#$%^&!*()_+=-)(*&^%$%$#@!~


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Love is Strange

Love is the strangest thing I've come to know
It can make you feel warm or deep in the snow
For some it may come easy
Expressed extremely cheesy
But for some it comes where you'd never look
And that is when you can write a marvelous love book
It causes the greatest highs and lows in our life
One minute you're as high as a kite to stabbing yourself with a knife
The greatest pleasures cause the worst pain
And you'll wonder is there a way to stop the rain?
Love should be so simple and pure
But the insecurities make us not sure
It's hard to give something so fragile as your heart
And trust it won't be broken apart
A broken heart can change who you are
So you have to be careful and look past the stars
Love is blind and can't be controlled
And you'll resist advice whenever your told
Love is something we all seek
And each love is unique
I don't know much but that's what I've observed
You accept the love you think you deserve


Copyright © Laci Stanforth | Year Posted 2015


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PoetrySoup is Down

I feel like pacing all around because PoetrySoup is temporarily shut down. 

Instead I may as well write. 
Because between you and I we are going to get high as a kite. 

Just to pass the time while PoetrySoup must say night-night. My feet struggle to kick free but I really must not put up no fight. 

A little more light speed must travel.
All my quirky poems start to unravel. 


(That's as far as I made it without getting distracted)



Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016


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Manic Melancholia

Manic Melancholia

He flew high as a kite with no ceiling concealing his madness

A hawker plying his trade with all prayers lost preying on reason

Sold out flapping wings and the wind soaring no sores attached

No strings yet a puppet found but not lost scraping skies all in one

He struck the most delirious chords strangled the care of his mind

A hanged man falling a bruising garrotte noosed losing the plot then

The parachute opened on impact buried the mania deep under cover


Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2017


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Too Late To Turn Back Now

That song’s been ringing in my head
For almost half the day….
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love with you,
And I have no clue why or
Even how?

It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love and memories
Of us being together I continue to chow
It makes no sense at all 
You and I have not made one vow
I love you but I don’t like you
All because you don’t live the life that’s true.

It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love: I’ve had no
Real man to ever treat me right
You had a chance for me you did not fight
So why from you could I not fly away as
High as a kite. Every day you call me to
See if someone else is with me. Late night
Calls, early morning calls, noon day calls,
All types of calls but the call you have ringing 
To your phone you have not answered at all.

It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love. That’s all.
He calls. I call.  I don’t answer.
He doesn’t either. The feeling is not weaker.
It is stronger and no matter how much time,
We wanted this to be: it has lasted longer.

To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
A time to be loved is now. No 
Matter how much I hate. This situation,
Is destiny way past fate. Three days to
The rest of our lives is here whether we 
Are angry or filled with cheer. The season 
For our love is here.

It’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late.
Yes, yes, we played around and
Got stuck with each other for life.
For every action a cost must be paid
Love was never intended in this it 
Came in and stayed while we played.

Well the thrill is not gone 
We can play like it is all we want
But all I can hear ringing in my ears
This song that I really don’t want to hear
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe, I believe, I believe,
I’ve fallen in love, wow!



Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2011


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Love At First Party

Meeting you, Opend a new world in me


a world that with out you I might never see


love...never thought it would be worth being a member


Yet a fondness ignited, like a burning ember


A night to remember with all my might 


Your beautys got me twisted and im high as a kite


We partyed untill morning sun shown


You left me with a feeling like i had just flown


Copyright © Free Byrd | Year Posted 2013


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Nite Owl XD rap song

I'm a nightowl becuz I prefer the night, despite what you say
Today, I'm yours and I'm gonna make your day a delightful day
I love all genres in LA...I'm going cray-cray with you around me all day! I love you all the way! I want you to stay...let me X-ray what's inside you - because I know you are so true, baby boo...I love you so true...
I dare you to be random outta the blue
Music is so therapeutic to my ears
It has been years since I wept these bitter tears
Sorry for cussing...I'm in the wrong...
I'm alright, I'm okay...let me be for the night...I will pray...
I believe God has a plan for me
I believe in Him and no one else, baby
I thought I was a skyscraper
I find pleasure like crazy beyond a million measures...
I aim to please for the sake of peace...
Chaotic negativity - please leave...
Don't grieve..relieve me...let me believe...
Retrieving my stepping stones - bursting my bubble...
let it be on my dead body - drama and trauma ain't nothin' to me...I will be sweetheart 
Because no body will cause me any trouble...
Love everybody and sin not anymore...and I swore you're the one I adore from the start...
Problems will come and go...shut it, everybody...
Take heart, 
I'm torn apart
It's a breeze to be with yah
You're a fantastic flaw fury...chah!
graceful and glorious as ever
Peace out! 
Musik up & about
Shouting like whatever...
Laughing up a weather...
High as a kite
Fighting the good fight
Tonight, I'm high and young and free
Freedom and Kingdom...come save me...
Welcum to my house
My home is full of animals...
Making feline calls...
Gettin' outta my shell
Gettin' the picture...
You are a hell...ring a bell?
Coughing up a ball of furr
U don't c what I c
I've been walkin' and walkin'
Constantly talkin' and talkin'
Listenin' and listenin'
Wanderin' in wanderlust and wonderin' where you been?
I'm a weirdo fail...
Cat got your tongue?
It's getting hot as hale...
Door bell rung...
I'm shy, timid, confident and weird
I've been missing you outta the blue
Not at all all-knowing
I'm a cool fool 
You use me as an inadequate tool...
I play around in my pool of independence...
You get what I mean? 
You're so obscene 
I'm weird and I have fears and hopes
I appeared to be a vanished image...
In your vision of your dainty, little decision
You're like moving water under the bridge
I'm a mansion...a marvelous mission...
I c beautie
Believe me
Carz zip by
trains go by
Creativity comes and goes
Let go and let live
Come on & forgive
Have knowledge

I dare u 2 smile
: )


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


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I'm In Love With You

Every breath that 
I take, every move
that I make...

I do it because 
of you.

Ever since you've 
entered my life, I've 
been high as a kite.

Everything about 
you...

From your lips 
to your waist 
has me hooked
like bait.

It's like winning 
the lottery, every 
time you're close 
to me.

You bring out 
the best in me, 
by keeping it real.

Giving me 
love unreal.

Incredible how 
you make me 
feel !!

It's like I'm being 
pin to the wall...

Cupids arrow aimed 
straight for my heart.

I'm in love with you,
I'm so into you.

I'm ready to spend 
the rest of my life 
loving you.

Expressing through 
poetry, just how much 
you mean to me.

Written by: Poet Shi


Copyright © Poet Shi | Year Posted 2014


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Clothesline


   I pegged them out on my clothes line,
   Like puppets on a string.
   Those baggy pants fit for a clown,
   Such laughter they did bring.

   That claret shirt, high as a kite,
   And three sheets to the wind.
   They will dry out, to my delight,
   My wet suit it has sinned.


   George. Seal.   4/ 1/ 2015.
   No. 3 clothesline.
   Let me feel your lines.


Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015


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Sweetwaters

Like Yasgur's farm on music trail
to Pukekawa's Holy Grail
led pilgrims on an epic scale 
        more than can be counted.
With hot wind and sun on our cheek
in tents to shelter we did seek
and pitched them at its highest peak
                on a hilltop mounted.

As I climbed the lean of the hill
my beer I would try not to spill
and sat with the great unwashed till
                   goodbye and adios.
It was I, El Skeet, amigo
in my poncho and sombrero
half-cut like a loco gringo
        who waved "vaya con dios!".                     

We lit yet another hash bong
all up in smoke like Cheech & Chong
and to the beat did buzz along
           to the drums and guitars.
Till late as eyes begin to sag
and chronic brain cells start to flag
I tucked in to my sleeping bag
        on the hill 'neath the stars!

Or in that summer's youthful age
as music and mayhem did rage
when we camped closer to the stage 
               beside a shallow ditch.
It was then after a big day
I went off-grid along the way
and into a tent flap did stray
             but I wasn't sure which!

As I ripped in to with the guys
our trailer of grog and supplies
we made a hanging chain of ties
              with every pull tab rent.
But waiting for "Chisel" that night
with a superdoob glowing bright
I was flying high as a kite
       and lurched back to my tent.

The next day I woke in a daze
as the sun did upon us blaze
and walked off my drunken malaise
        when some weird **** I saw.
Hippies, freaks, and crazy bastards
and mad Hari Krishna diehards
burnt incense and read tarot cards
         but "screw 'em all" I swore.

Yet in a hot wet and wild hour
stood in the unisex shower
I gazed many a sweet flower
             in their naked splendour.
We bathed too in waters that flowed
down where the lazy river bowed
lest my head spontaneous explode
             on my three day bender!
          
That night I did indeed "see red"
as above the smoky sky bled
when "Enz" a rollicking set led
             and fired a burning flare.
In the spirit of Sweetwaters
we lived among at close quarters
sons of Bacchus and his daughters
              and I so revelled there!



          November 2009


Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014


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The Master From Hell

I feel like I live in a dark and dreary cave because drugs are my master and I am it's slave. I use all my day trying to calm that crave, or it wont let me behave because drugs are my master and I am it's slave. It make me work my fingers to the bone, my master is very hard on me and wont leave me alone, I have no will of my own. I need my master day and night because my master want to keep me high as a kite, when I don't get my master I get uptight, then I don't feel right.

So I have to get my master as quick as I can, I am the slave and my master is the man. I spend all my money cause nothing I can have or nothing I can save because drugs are my master and I am It's slave. When I first started It was a big thrill, now I know my master is out to kill, still, you do what your master tell you to do or your master will put a real hurt on you and your master will make you very ill, so obey your master even if you have to rob and steal.

My master will make me put myself on the line then my master will leave me in a real bind. My master will take me very high and bring me very low, have me really confused, wondering which way to go because there's no good in my master and this it has let me know. It said, I am your master I am not your friend, you are a fish on my line and I am about to reel you in, then , put your life to an end.

If you mess with me you will not come well, I am the master that's straight from Hell. I didn't come to joke, I didn't come to play, I'm the Devil's brew and I come to slay, to put you in the grave and say, there he lay. And for the ones who think you are so smart, you get the same thing, although you say I don't use I sell I love the money it bring. But with that thought there's one big flaw, what you don't know is, I'm also sticking hooks in your jaw.

You see when you deal with me I become just like your wife, if you try to leave me I'll take that lavish life. That keeps you tied to me and I am doing everything I can not to set you free. You're also my prisoner and my slave, plus I have something much better for you than just the grave. Because you know I am poison, yet you continue to sell, so there's a special place for you in Hell. It's such a terrible thing when you forfeit your soul because in Hell here's no parole. 

I love the one's who think they got it going on, I am here to tell you that you are totally wrong. I have more ways to get you than you can comprehend because I was here before the world begin and have a million ways to make you sin. If it were up to me I would exterminate you all, but It's GOD'S call. He's in complete control and has a special plan to redeem man. When He weed the garden only the righteous will stand and the rest of you will be in my hand.

Now listen my sisters and brothers, there are two masters in this world and you will serve one or the other. Now you can serve the Master of Light who will make you Excel, or you can serve the Dark One, who is the Master from Hell. There's a Beautiful life, that you do deserve. So which Master will you serve.


Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2015


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Walking Around In A Daze



Most days my moods are high as a kite But today is not one of those days The love of my life is under the weather So I'm walking around in a daze No rhyme or no reason to continue on Will call it quits for today No incentive no drive to keep me going For her love I'm pining away Hope tomorrow she feels much better To help me get back on track The love of my life, my heart and soul Can't wait to get her back When she feels down I feel down too Our lives are bound at the heart I've told her nearly ten thousand times I've loved her from the very start © Jack Ellison 2014< center>


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014


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My Shooting Star

Lonely as a lost bird you are, dreams of lightening from afar- To say you’re sad doesn’t make it right, stepped in the ring yet lost the fight- One day you’ll be my s h o o t i n g star. The m o m e n t you step in that car, will be the last and leave a scar- You’ll be so close but out of sight... SUICIDE WINS Went for a walk stepped in a bar, watched a sad man play his guitar- With each drink your soul did excite, then l e f t and got high as a kite- Laid down became my shooting star... SUICIDE WINS Date Written: September 14, 2016


Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016


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My Love Of Friends



Every day is a gift, I fly high as a kite Love of my friends shining ever so bright The small things in life Cost a very small price They raise my spirits as my soul takes flight © Jack Ellison 2015


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015


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Sobriety is Wating

Good morning, 
Wait, maybe you are just going to bed.  
It is early yet you may need to rest that head.
You more than likely, been up for days.
Would you consider changing your ways—

You sit in a basement, trailers and houses.
Running in circles—Half in a daze.
Thinking you have special powers. 
Smoking, shooting, and swallowing pills,
No sensation of time—gallivanting at night
Losing track of the days.  Time is flying by…

High as a kite---then you hit the ground—
You awake in a tunnel with no light at the end.
Your families in pain—they miss you… 
This torchers their souls…
Sobriety is waiting for you.
And I am too…
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao


Copyright © fonda anne | Year Posted 2015


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A GIRL JUST WANTS TO HAVE FUN

Friday night and I am already high as a kite plus this is a girl’s night out.
I will take a nap to lower my high and awaken ready to party.
This is my night to enjoy me.

I am awoke and sober.
The clock ticks four p.m.
My arousal is provoking incitement.

Humor the soul
Ignite the spirit
This is my night out.

I move to my closet and chose my outfit.
My selection is a sky blue maxi.
I smile mentally and know this well get me attention.
I am single by the way; however, I have had prior engagements.

In the club now, loud and rowdy, my wit will not end.
I am drinking bourbon.
Shall I go straight tonight or am I a gay girl?
My sexual feeling is driving me wild.
Has my sex partner made it in the house?

Humor the soul
Ignite the spirit
This is my night out.

Boisterous I precede.
He enters via the east wing.
He is dressed to kill.
I sashay toward him.
Someone pulls me on the dance floor.
He takes a seat and waits for me with eyes glowing.

The dance ends.
He holds out his hand.
Together we leave.

Specters we are.
Spiritually alive!
This is my night out.
__________________|
Penned on May 07,2014!
For Kelly's Deschler Night Owl Contest!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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Trust Me

I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I'm like a Cub - I can get you out and about - 
I'm like a bat - so mysterious and discreet
I'm as silent as a grave, but I do behave
Holler like hale 
Holler like hale...
Work with wretchedness, whistling...
Popping pills of pleasure beyond measure
I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I'm like a Cub - I can get you out and about - 
I'm like a bat - so mysterious and discreet
I'm as silent as a grave, but I do behave
Holler like hale 
Holler like hale...
Work with wretchedness, whistling...
Popping pills of pleasure beyond measure

Trust is a must and I trust my gut instincts
Eating like a pig, fed hormones hatefully...
I'm a milk, as soft as silk; but, I bite with bilk...
I'm sorry for everything 
For claiming...doing my thing...
Don't go chicken on me...
Not everything or everyone are free...

I'm overrated...
I'm jaded...
I'm faded...
Constantly hated...
I'm underrated...
I'm happy...
I'm joyful...
I'm faithful...
I'm full of love from above...

I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I'm like a Cub - I can get you out and about - 
I'm like a bat - so mysterious and discreet
I'm as silent as a grave, but I do behave
Holler like hale 
Holler like hale...
Work with wretchedness, whistling...
Popping pills of pleasure beyond measure
I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I'm like a Cub - I can get you out and about - 
I'm like a bat - so mysterious and discreet
I'm as silent as a grave, but I do behave
Holler like hale 
Holler like hale...
Work with wretchedness, whistling...
Popping pills of pleasure beyond measure

Epic and energetic I have become...I dress the way I feel like dressing...to not draw attention to me, but to inspire many
Don't snitch...
Don't tell em...
Sh! Quite down in there...
Just high as a kite and will live life without a care...
Trust me, I know
My eyes don't wander
Go with the fliow
My mind does ponder

I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I tell only white lies...
I can't cover them this time
I end up in this silent well
I'm moving out of my shell

My heart is burning like hell - trust me




Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


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I love loving my lover

Long and lush, and soft and delicious,
An absolute pinnacle of flavour.
A dream of exotic, a poetic main meal,
Each mouthful a memory to savour.

Each sip gets me drunk, as high as a kite,
The love mountain that I alone trek.
She half knocks me out and I fold on the ground,
And my fingers find sleep on her neck.

I wake to a moan, then I pull her to me,
Her smell is inside of my vein.
And I drink from her open, devouring everything,
As her toxin removes all my pain.

Nothing compares to the taste that she leaves,
When I lick and I drink and I bite.
She’s my beautiful girl, my exquisite hot lover,
Laying beside me every hot steamy night.

For Nayda's contest


Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016


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WHEN DOING WRONG FEELS SO RIGHTEOUS

WHEN DOING WRONG FEELS SO RIGHTEOUS!
In a righteous mood, I stood. Too many men have hurt me. When I get a chance, I will step-to-the-cause. I am not going through this once more. Anything he does lacks toleration. This is one of those moments when doing wrong feels so good. Right now, I see him as a potential cheat. He stays out late and tells me he just out with the guys having a drink. I have not found lipstick on his collar but that does not mean he’s not with his other woman. Therefore, it is time for me to rock the boots. I must get me another boo. I know you will say I am paranoid; however, I’ll just be out with the girls. I have a lot of friends. He will never figure that I am cheating. When doing wrong feels so righteous, I am as high as a kite in the clouds and feeling good inside. {A True Story} _________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 23, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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Other Side of Red Cloud

I can't recall the exact type of car 
Perhaps a little Plymouth or an old Datsun
In these compiled geographics 
I never really got far 
Due to general dysfunction caused primarily 
by addiction one thing for certain 
though no one but self chasing 
I was definitely on the run 
So up the incline from Indio into the desert plain
the little blue car had a blowout
the Chip bears jacked me up while I was running 
the breakdown lane told 'em just trying 
to make it to the next exit
Of course I'd been drinking Hi-test beer 
but had actually just run out prior
so none in possession-gave me sobriety check
but narrowly avoided their full pawed clout
Next day found me hungover hellasiously 
stuffing a rag into the gas fill hole 
ready to blow up the car in my desperate fit
A travelling motorist stopped shocked
at what I was attempting talked me down a bit
and offered me a ride into the next town
Though not an arsonist I really did wanna blow up
the broke down car-was bubbling up from within
But I seized the opp for a ride probably more
my alcohol level had to be upped before I seized
and flopped like a fish on the dusty ground
So later on that night I got 'nother ride
to the Blythe pokey after I drained a 40 pounder
of whiskey sitting in an old displayed railcar
then took the fast track to the lock up bin
When I got out I called AA and a biker took me
to his home n' had dinner with his wife n' kids
then he carted me off to the Greyhound station
While waiting for the scumhound catch that rebound
started sipping again 'cause had time on my hands
n' only a real drinker like Faye Dunaway in Barfly
movie'd truly understand
So here I am now on the other side of Red Cloud
was the exit I got to so many years ago n' I think
am I really that much better off?
Heavens to Betsy yes! When I think of all God
has done to remove completely 
the merciless obsession 
Today like most of us I recollect I could be
further along but I do have some kind of a purpose
somewhat a service to society even if it is
just delivering crane mats to a nearby jobsite
at least I'm not stealing everything in sight
only to maintain never really getting high as a kite
N' churning up a red cloud my whole world
looking in the window of a little plastic cylinder
shaped object then falling out for hours coming to
with no moment of clarity like Samuel L. Jackson 
referred to in Pulp Fiction
oblivious to it dangling out of my arm n' trickles
of the red cloud dripping all the way down 
off my hand.
4-9-17 DRMF


Copyright © Duncan R. M. Ferguson | Year Posted 2017


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Harboring Hate

Verse 1: Hating can hurt...taking off my shirt 
Fading can make you feel like dirt 
Sometimes, I feel beautiful and high as a kite
Other days, I feel like a cow patty on the ground...you love me despite 
Intimidated...threatened to the extreme
You're the diamond in the cave that I claim with high self-esteem
I dance oh so gaily and sing on the stage, spotlight all agleam 

Pre-chorus: Harboring this shameful fool inside me
I shout out the loathing envious words from my lips precariously 
Reckless and acting ridiculous all the same
Ooh? Here comes the shame that I can't tame 

Chorus: It gets hard, I know
Just go with your flow
Glow on, ocean...pretty tree, come on and grow 
Is this morbid scene over?
Are you with some other?
Am I still your rebellious, vermillion rose?
Do you still have the silly urges to tickle my nose or toes?
I need your sympathy and adoration right now
Sweeten me with your honey...somehow...
I'm Bittersweet Butter to your taste buds...as scrumptious as can be
Cut me into slices to toss into the pan...don't be afraid to fire me up and set me free from captivity
Harboring hate
Loving the debate 
Between chaos and commotion
And peace and emotion, a perplexed ocean 

Verse 2: God knows I've tried
Crazy in love, rumor has it that you're taken!
I didn't like that you lied 
What have you done to me? I'm forsaken!
Baby, I'm everything that you don't have
Baby, you're the best thing you never had
All you do is smile it away and laugh that laugh
Talk that talk like nothing happened between us...now, who's bad?
Bad to the bone...
But oh so alone 
Admired from afar
Zooming off like a car
Freedom is just a block away, around the corner really!
To be honest, let me make my own decisions, for I'm not dumb, but smart strangely!

Pre-chorus 
Chorus

Verse 3: I wish I had a sexy person next to me,
Wiping away the tears I've wept freely 
You have a part of me...most of what I was - a tattered and torn toy
You don't have all of me yet...I'm a heartbroken, bipolar boy 
You're with me or without me, but I don't mind
I'll find someone unlike you or like you, these tears I shed make me blind
Wake me up from the other side of the bed
Drenched in the dread that blankets me like the dirt, caked on the dead
Young love bleeds
Young minds feeds
On wisdom and foolish endeavors and lusts
On feelings and logical reasonings that bursts into thousands of shards...each shard eventually rusts 
Reduced to dust like my high hopes had a while back 
Sidetracked for no reason that's rational, but genuine and sweet just a crack 

Pre-chorus 
Chorus

Verse 4: Photograph of wrath scorches my smudged soul 
The pain of your healing rain left me frozen in place as a whole
Eyes do shine when you are sincerely mine 
Eyes do dim when you're with, you know, him 
You were my yummy cheese and wine 
You were my blissful melody and whim 
Wrap your lips on my own and let our tongues collide
Drag your feet on the slippery floor of shattered dignity and I'm on disdain's ride  
Love mended my heart and stitched it in one piece...please put you and I at perfect ease
Again, you saved me from the dark that's been a nasty little tease
The shadows consume loneliness just like we do in times of trouble 
So entitled to your love from above...walking on our filthy, yet clean rubble 

Pre-chorus 
Chorus 

Verse 5: Not everything is black and white, there are many shades of gray
Not everything is black and white, there are many shades of gray
When I am away and fighting the good fight, 
I'll be putting a stop to harboring hate 
When the day is murdered by the nostalgic night,
Your insults stabbed me like countless swords that won't open the gate 
To everlasting serenity in the near future
Find me a cure and please help me endure...
Jealous...Your heart is innocent and clearly pure 
The pages of us together 
Floats away like a feather 
Lighten up the heavy load 
You are my haven and abode 
You are the road to success in the long run 
Trust me, you should let some sun in...then, let the fun begin, hun 
Happy to say that I'm Held Close...we are friends and foes 
Eyes meet and feet entangle the moment they greet 
I'm passionate poetry and your prideful prose...
Anything goes...how neat! I was trouble from the beginning, but I'm kinda discreet 
Remember me like the month of November 
Or I'll grow cold and frail in the middle of December 
Summertime happiness and wintertime sadness 
They both push and pull at us, but we're on the same rowdy buss, we're making excellent progress!
Not everything is black and white, there are many shades of gray
Not everything is sky and ocean, there are in betweens like wilderness and city...differences and similarities are shared like night and day


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


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Different Day, Same Plight



Some days when you wake and the sun is shining bright It feels like nothing can bring you down, you're as high as a kite Then reality sets in You lose your grin When you realize it's the same old, different day, same plight


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016


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Hottest thing in Town

Hottest Thing in Town

I was kind of feeling merry
Drinking wine and sipping sherry
My mind was ready for a move
My feet were hitching for a groove
I was feeling as high as a kite
My hair was combed, my teeth were white
I was feeling so good
I thought I could, lick anything in sight
I felt the hottest thing in town

I picked myself up and headed for a ball
I was determined something had to fall
I made for the bar and ordered a gin
And eyed up all the girls i cared to win
I felt so good I would get my way
I could not wish for a better day
I was out for fun, I was out to play
I was feeling so good, it felt so right
I felt the hottest thing in town

I danced and boozed away till three
By now I was weary and could hardly see
The crowd was drifting from the floor
Panic set in because I didn't score
I knew why I was there that very night
My pockets were full, the timing was right
I was feeling so good, I had to treatmyself
To one of the damsels of the night

It seems as if I was running out of luck
When out of the blue it suddenly struck
It was my friend from sixty nine
Escorting two broads, who would like to dine
He though I looked lonely, so he would put me right
With a young lady of the night
I was feeling good, I danced again
My anticipitation rekindled for a new game

We chatted and chatted, then walked her to her door
She took me home and bolted the door
Then told me; relax, you know the score

It was just by chance we happen to meet
So lets get cosy, and have us a treat
We haven't got much time to spend together
So lets not behave like a sister and brother

I was feeling so good, things getting hot
My temperature reaching the nineties like a shot
But there was something strange about the lady you see
She had an extra leg where it shouldn't be
As soon as she got home she dropped her frock
Out stood a whopping block!
Man that thing was in a rage
The sight of which I fled the stage
I was feeling so good that very night
But when I got home my black hair was white


Copyright © Reggae Magnet | Year Posted 2012


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Demons of thought

Hurdling, bending, twisting about
Contemplating, stressing, feeling without
High as a kite then down in the dumps
Cat has my tongue, my throat filled with lumps 
Floods of people.  Why do they watch
Must act "normal" and perform top notch 
Tinted windows for my car, deadbolts for my door
Alone once again just like before 
A sigh of relief, beneath my covers
The ghost of inadequence, relentlessly hovers 
A heavy black cloud, fixed over my head
Exposing guilt, multiplying my dread
I hide beneath a blanket of words, painting a picture on my veil
Transforming my insecurities, adorning my hell
My peers, in the dark, I have become my disguise
A gentle heart can read, it speaks clearly through my eyes
This breed is rare, no doubt, the minority
With a loving tongue, they call me out.  I give them the authority
Sadly these souls are also tormented.  How ironic
We connect on a new level, sweetly demonic
Fighting demons together, keeping faith in the good Lord
Armed with our similarities, communion, our sword


Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015


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You Vanished From My Sight

You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity

Forever lost in the wilderness of my mind’s eye…wearing an upside down frown 
– I prize love, not loathe
How I wish upon a star to see you smile one more time this illuminating night –
Forever lost in the black hole of my mind’s eye…wearing an upside down smile - 
I dream of our love, an undying, awesome oath
Don’t bid your goodbye or you might dampen the wings that want to take 
flight

You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity

Move on with life! Move forward! Be bold and fight with your perpetual might…
we are as high as a kite…as a kite, drifting in the current of the aqua-blue sky, 
receiving a stimulus kiss, no longer feeling like a lamenting mistress
You were my cup of tea once upon a time until you gave up on us – bless your 
soul and heal our heartbroken spirits and don’t ask why


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014