He was my cousin and friend and his death was a damn shame.
But he decided to do drugs and he only had himself to blame.
78 months ago today, he drew his final breath.
He loved to party and he died because of Meth.
People tried to convince him to stop doing drugs but we were bound to fail.
He died six and a half years ago today and if you do Meth, you'll die as well.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019]
I have meny regrets in my life time. when I was little I use to be happy but now I'm just a ball of rage. I started to do drugs to make me happy and it's worked yes but it also made it so when I am sober and having an episode my rage is uncontrollable. trying to stay clean is something I don't regret what I do regret was letting someone peer perusing me to use them I'm tired of it all I'm tired of all the mistakes I make. drugs has helped me but its also made my life worse. the people I hang out with only hang out with me because I got drugs and alcohol that's another thing I regret drinking alcohol letting the some person who told me drugs would fix my life tell me the same thing about alcohol I wish I never met him but my biggest regret is letting the love of my life go.
I once took a peer pressured pill that sent me in to a hypersensitive thrill. A smiley faced white pill , I was forced to endure to not be labelled a buzz kill. After the effects started to kick in my body began to sway, hallucinations of demons closed in on me which I could not fight away. I was a souls trapped in a human body trying to jump ship, my skin burned to the surface whilst my stomach did a back flip. My peers laughed at me whilst I lost my mind, some tried to take advantage of me on the dance floor with a grind. I felt helpless like I had no control, and I had shed my skin I left my body on the floor she was oh so thin. One tiny pill took my life I followed the reaper to the golden gates whilst he gripped his scythe. Don’t do drugs they take your humanity, addiction paid its price and cost me my sanity
Today would've been his birthday but he didn't survive.
If John hadn't died, today he would've turned fifty-five.
He started by smoking pot and then he decided to start doing Meth.
That stuff is nasty and it didn't surprise me when it caused his death.
John angered some people because he stole from them.
When he died because of drugs, it was both sad and grim.
I'm very sorry that he died even though he stole from me.
He can never steal or do drugs again because he's gone for eternity.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019]
An aardvark went looking for bugs,
but he found, to consume, only slugs:
he pondered his luck,
and soliloquised, “Yuck!
No wonder that people do drugs!”
I am a purple prisoner of poetry
For when I can’t write woe is me
Darkens my sky the flowetry
Enriches my life the soul of me
Some do drugs roll with me
I just do hugs go with me
Grasping the love of a sheet
Of paper, pen and ink is peace
Muse is a turquoise tool guides me
Ideas are precious jewels inside me
It’s an affliction of discovery
A kind of mission red recovery
Righting what is wrong you see
Writing poems sonnets songs to sing
Some are like the ivory breeze
Others crash into onyx dead sea
One hopes to be indigo inspiring
To tickle brain cells cherry firing
To leave readers denim desiring
Or perhaps even enjoying inquiring
In the jail of a black bipolar mind
Where hell is back and forth in time
Words can be a key or lemon lock in crime
Can be of forms free or form that rhymes
Needing readers to read gives me a high
Hoping that you see a message from divine
My hearts been chopped, sliced and grated
By everybody who has hated
The way my life has been going
True feelings never showing
Hiding all the pain down deep
A happy smile tryna keep
Up the illusion it don't hurt
How I get treated like dirt
I can't help the way I am
Why can't others understand
I'm not a geek, loser or nerd
But my whole life I have heard
Remarks so derogatory
Take the time to know my story
Why I don't drink or do drugs
Then you'd change your words to hugs
Opening your heart and eyes
Finally you would realize
This little girl who raised herself
Without any kind of help
Is gonna stay drug free and clean
Alcohol will not be seen
In her body, I refuse
To be put through the abuse
Like other people from my past
Respecting myself and this task
In shadows deep, a tale unfolds,
Where innocence and darkness molds.
A daughter's heart, just ten years old,
In desperate worlds, her fate is told.
Her parents gripped by heroin's vice,
Their lives entwined in sacrifice.
She's thrust into a role untold,
Preparing poison, hearts growing cold.
As mother falls to overdose,
Her daughter's pain turns to feigned.
Imaginary friends her solace find,
Dolls become her guide to leave behind.
Reality and dreams thus entertwine,
A refuge from a life maligned.
In whispered voices her truth persists,
Through broken dolls,
reality such as this exists as she goes back and forth her world is this, she loves them both.
Leftism is corrupt,
abuses all our laws,
if you don’t think as they do
they’ll grasp at any straw
to punish your with charges,
they’ll make it up whole cloth,
then just drag it all out
until your money’s lost.
All the while ignoring
scores of murder, rape, and theft,
done by those they favor,
so do not hold your breath.
Our cities full of homeless,
gang-bangers, robberies,
folks do drugs in broad daylight,
all the businesses flee,
yet they all turn a blind eye,
those deaths do not help them,
but if you’re center or right
they’ll throw you in the penn
for putting memes online,
since they all hate free speech,
lock you up, deny rights,
while ‘tolerance’ they preach.
And always protecting
the crimes that they commit,
the pedo lust, wire fraud,
and other monstrous sh-t.
Values only power,
see the state as might jaws,
they’re enemies of justice,
they’re foes of rule of law.
Nerd. Geek. Loser. No Good. Waste of Life.
Words that pierced my heart every day of my youth.
It was constant degrading from classmates and even family.
I couldn't go one day without someone telling me how bad I was when all I did was try to be myself.
I didn't drink, smoke or do drugs. Never had detention or got in trouble. Always got good grades. Was on the school newspaper, chess club, a teachers and library aid, and big sister program.
Because I didn't party, cause chaos or turn into a "normal" teen, I was an outcast who never fit in.
Its a shame that if your not in society's "clicks" you do not get accepted as a person.
John Brown died in 2019, it's sad and it's true.
If he hadn't died, today he would've turned 52.
We met at Bean Station Elementary School in 1979.
We quickly became friends, he was a buddy of mine.
But during the last few years of his life, he caused a lot of grief.
He didn't want to pay back what he owed and he became a thief.
When my back was turned, he swiped twenty of my pills.
I wish that it was just a bad dream but sadly, it was real.
I didn't know that John would turn to drugs when I was a kid.
Mark my words, if you do drugs, you will die just like he did.
[Dedicated to John Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019]
Collaboration with Mitch Taylor
written in 1984 when we were 12
Wherever you go, it’s all around.
Money and drugs goin’ down.
You see ‘em doin’ crack, sniffin’ cocaine
And puttin’ that stuff in their vein.
You don’t do drugs ‘cause you’re no fool,
But those who do think their cool.
Once in awhile, you’ll see a fight,
Usually occurring late at night.
Whoa! Back up, he’s got a gun.
Go to the phone and dial 911.
The cops come over right away.
Looks like hell is here to stay.
If you do drugs every day,
It’s like slittin’ your throat with a razor blade.
‘Cause if you do drugs don’t you know,
Keep it up and you won’t grow.
Why don’t you do some good in your life,
Like get a nine to five and a loving wife,
Two kids and real nice car.
Straighten up and you’ll go far
Or on death row is where you’ll be.
And why? Just ‘cause you didn’t listen to me.
I wish I had a vision
Of how my life would be
Cause sure as hell
This dead end job
Is slowly killing me
I thought I was a rebel
I thought I was so cool
Didn’t need no education
Didn't need no stinking schools
I was going to be a rockstar
Do drugs play rock‘n’ roll
Drive fast cars
Date movie stars
Before life took its toll
But now I stack the gro-ceries
In the local store
This once young stud
Who was up to no good
Can be a rebel no more
So, to all you wanabee rock stars
Before you take your stand
Take my advice
Before you roll the dice
Make sure you got a back-up plan
When my friend was a teenager, he started smoking pot.
If you're wondering if my friend is still alive, sadly, he's not.
The pot that he smoked led him to take worse drugs like Meth.
All John cared about was getting high and it caused his death.
He started doing Meth and other drugs because they made him get more high.
Those drugs gave him a bigger buzz than pot and that's what caused him to die.
If poor John had said no to drugs, he would still be walking around.
He died three years ago and now he's buried six feet underground.
I asked John to stop doing drugs but he wouldn't even try.
If you do drugs, your friends may also have to say goodbye.
Certain people may think that smoking pot can't lead people to take worse drugs but sometimes it can.
John was proof of that, doing drugs killed him three years ago today, he's a dead man.
[Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died 3 years ago today on June 3, 2019]
She’s certain to be reminded when she returns for a visit
what an awful child she was to raise
the kid who brought home report cards of all A’s
winning nearly every award each year
on the last day of school in May
keeping her symptoms a secret when she was sick
so as not to ruin her record of perfect attendance
who didn’t drink or do drugs
never needing to be bailed out of jail
spending most of her time alone in her room
reading books and not bothering anybody
sacrificing her seat in the school band for a job
at the age of fifteen so she could afford her own car
before that rarely asking for a ride anywhere
as she possessed two perfectly good feet
to take her where she needed or wanted to go
regardless of rain or snow
though she was ten minutes late once arriving home
from a friend’s house in fifth grade
She didn’t tell them as she sat there in silent tears
at the kitchen table as she was scolded
that she had been offered a cigarette and said no
She didn’t want her only friend to be
considered a bad kid like me
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