Introspection Drug Poems

Your version of sober is not mine,
I do not blame you I blame culture;
Wasted words you will not remember,
probably better to stay silent;

For me an...

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A placid dose abducts barren perceptions,
wherefore virtue departs in the nakedness
stretch passionately, dawning motivations,
transcendent intrinsic structuring success.
Epic fuse a star--at sea--sunk translations....

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Psychedelic illumination,
astral trips of a sober mind;
Finally natural comprehension,
gut instinct no longer maligned;

The beauty around you visible
upon ending a toxic slumber;
Ego death, you were so...

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After smoking up along edge of parking lot sidewalk,
I sat in car, turned AC on, started playing cards on dashboard,
Solitaire means solitude doesn't have to...

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It's like your world is ending 
Everything comes crashing down
Can't catch your breathe
Down, down, down you drown

Waking in the morning
To another dreaded day
Going through the...

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My brain is on constant overdrive
 and it won't leave me alone.
Thinking, thinking, thinking 
   about random bull every second of the day.
Like...

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It’s so easy to slip into the numbness,
of this handheld drug, scroll
myself away. 
Lately, I’ve slipped so far, so deep, 
into blissful emptiness, I’ve lost...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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It's like some rotten little joke
That your kindergarten teacher spoke
All of God's things get broke and it's we must fix 'em
The bones in your body,...

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synthetic heaven taking hold
          changing all that's lucid, cold
       ...

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Oh isn't it unfair?
That,
Right there
Gone like a whisper  .
For something to be 
To really be,
Specials only vanish

Please,
Let me grab it 
Please,
Let me hold it...

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Pressed

I am up to the task, 
it is… right now…at hand… 
I will do all that I can, 
to be there, for you.

First let me...

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(Journal ~ February 11, 2005)


Lonely??
   The loneliness is beyond expression
     The most monstrous variety of regretful solitude imaginable
 ...

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Through the thick of the fog
I begged to the bog
stumped by a stymied log.
It was hollow of pride,
like a zookeeper’s dog,
reduced to bark-less hide.
From the...

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Sometimes I like myself more than I should
Other I wonder how I ever could
I believe I'm My worst enemy
Sabotaging myself so as not to be...

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