Dope man
You say that smoking dope
Is your hobby
Also you spend lots of money
Buying dope in the street
From the drug dealers
That is a bad thing that you are
Doing
You are killing yourself slowly
Also by now
You became addicted to dope
Yes dope man
You won't be around much longer
Also you belong to a swimming team
You have to be clean
You can't have any sing of drugs
They test you urine
And if they find dope
You will be thrown out of the team
Yes dope man
You still very young
And you still have a life to live
Granny’s words like a blue bell ring true
How you get him is how you’ll loose him too
Playing with words phone sex as clarinet cool
When the reed becomes dull what will you do
When the instruments become familiar ground
Will pink passion be still fashion of solid ground
Are your high hopes and gropes like rope
Enough room to breathe enough room to choke
I don't know if
God is Dead or Alive.
But I do know that
I'm not yet.
And if you're reading this
Neither are you.
I don't know if
I can change your mind
Or enrich your heart.
But I do know
That even in my pain
And the pain of the world
And all the trials and tribulations
That life throws at us,
We're all in this together.
Whether we like it or not.
Overpopulation is a problem.
Pollution is a problem.
Racism is problem.
There's Global Warming, Greed, Hunger, the Poor.
The list goes on and on ...
Extinction is not a solution aka war.
There are so many religions
With so many languages
That say they have the truth.
We are not alone.
We have each other.
Only we can save each other.
If only we could just
Give love a chance ...
Will you? Will you
Let love save you?
If only Hope was Dope.
I'd become its dealer.
Give it away for free.
And get everyone addicted!
My sorrow has reached its pinnacle
My opinion described as cynical
Flowing from deepest regret
All the way to try to forget
Why this condition came to be
I find a complete mystery to me
The conclusion of an attempt to right
The loss of the inevitable fight
From where this misfortune came
The darkest of forces has it’s reign
And death would have been a better fate
There was no hope, nothing too late
Only the wait for what would surely come
The agony of it’s suffering soon begun
The shaking insomnia the horror and pain
The loss of trust in a once good name
Where are the lost that once belonged
Where are the loved left alone
Why are the bonds of nature broken
And the claims of love no longer spoken
No longer a place to stay
The freedom stolen to find a way
All that is left a reason to pray
Pray to God to find a way
When nothing is left and gone is the "Stay."
For Val it was simply magical:
Surgeons might have said ‘surgical’:
A thing which had seemed cyclical,
His bouncing back ‘ Atypical’…
And there for minutes Rita stood,
Her stretching talk with Val sweet food;
Clearly, in her best of wished mood:
Must she always over fate brood?
So far, the Grandest Festival
To be held by Ambitious Val
And he had named it ‘Survival,’
Slides showing this at interval
For the eyes of Val’s Truest Pal:
‘Last year long sick, then Revival!’
Raised not Question of circumstance
Hushed the one tried by Miss. Constance
“Has Val from Dope kept real distance?”
For Val, she’d recalled no instance…
Drowning in self degradation
Deliberate affliction is exacerbating
Crystalline facade dulling senses
Normalcy, forgetting our consensus
Score, decennary years within
point, swirling under skin
Finality, deaths creeping in
Exodus, my last syringe
The HIGH hope/ Financial FREEDOM
There one meets oneself
To offer everything
You lost it, you lose yourself
To bring it
It runs and goes round
It's silent and makes sound
Wanna make full mama purse
I am dying for it to get bless
The wise say Freedom is not free
the wise is me
But financial freedom is Pandora's tree
To grow wild, to be the shade and shadow
Setting the mark to look up and below
The love of money lets faded my purity
And not having it puts me on the casket of inferiority
I die today to rise above tomorrow
To share the tear, to clear Mama's sorrow
To have a bunch of it, I will set myself for the death raw
I felt like a garbage collector standing on the corner
Hustling so hard money for the shower
Our life is fitly when the hope is up
Am the man of the hour and rise above the crap
liberation operating eternally Unfolding a world of light
bright ideas no penny to start lost gaze in the sight
Am gonna be alright ….
Cause financial freedom is the hope
Cause that's the trophy I want to cope
Dope hope...the imagination of empty poke
The dope man drives a car
9 miles long and 3 miles wide
Those are someone's daughters
who will have to pay for this ride
There is gold upon his fingers
rings jingle-jangle from his nose
People look up, then look down
pretend not to signal him as he goes
A breath, a sigh - a lust gone wild
Junkies who buy his poison
are some desperate mother's child
Fingers dig and fingers search...
fingers spell out a prayer...
Let that money for the dope man
be safe in a pocket somewhere
Rigs are primed and rigs are filled
Blood tells its story straight
Tourniquets and flexing veins...
mad moans as the bodies wait
The dope man drives a hard bargain...
He wants the strings to your soul
He sells dreams - he sells visions
that take a terrible toll
Digest our words. Oh, syllable counter.
Pseudo feelings, sling bot ropes in the fein.
Hand over fist deals over the counter.
Silk Road, WebMD. RX: Screenshots/dopamine.
Thoughts are a beautiful array
of wonderment.
Making one wonder
where winter went?
Especially when found
in the warmth of arms
meant for betterment.
Heaven sent.
Floated in on a whisper
and I've been chasing
that kiss ever since.
What month is this?
Surely now is God's greatest gift?
Unwrapped and displayed
causing my mind dismay
as if she were a PS5
and I knew all the codes
to unlock her most
desired functions.
Tell me sweet something's.
Let me hold something.
Yeah. There it is,
your entire spirit rubbing
against my mental.
I don't even care
what day it is.
How will footballers huddle
keeping six feet apart
Are they gonna tackle
by throwing darts
Wearing face masks under
helmets is a total joke ~
Let the players bring the dope
and give the referees a toke
The man thought his outfit was dope
Circus clothes worn from a tight rope
Laughter was all he heard
Wished that he was a bird
To fly away an not have to cope
"The magic man"
In the land of lost hope and a dope filled dish,
I met a serpent and his name was wish.
He had a partner with ten thousand plans,
who went be the name of magic man.
Across the grave yard stood a beautiful tree,
that's where the serpent began to speak to me.
" Why are you alone?" "why do you look so sad?"
"What happen to your world and all of the things that you had?"
I opened my mouth because I wanted to speak,
but it was just to much,
I was just to weak.
Then around the corner stepped the magic man,
he taught me his ways and I became part of his plan.
I stepped into the darkness and away from the light,
the day the serpent grabbed my hand and took a bit.
As the venom took over and stole my breath,
I realized a little to late that I was in love with my death.
By: Joan McCue
I swear I saw a cat;
she held a cricket bat
and swung it at my head;
I danced upon the bed;
and then a dog appeared -
his clothing looked so weird:
a hat and floral dress,
all tattered - what a mess!
And flying cows in jeans,
all eating jelly beans,
were herding singing sheep;
oh, boy, that snow is deep...
for Kai's Delirium contest
She is multi-talented,
Her writing skill is a dope.
Her speaking skills will lift you up,
Even if you are a Mope.
Though she major in Biology,
She's good with the use of tropes.
Despite her challenges,
She's find a way to cope.
She wakes up daily,
With a renew energy of hope.
Her future is assured,
She doesn't need any horoscope.
There will be a brighter day,
Her name shall be heard everywhere on the globe.
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