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Rise Against Drugs

Drug addiction wounds families,
weakens the nation,
and steals the people's joy.

Dear parents,
you are the frontline warriors-
Rise and fight the menace.
Plan wisely your stretegy.

Do not be disheartened or fall,
when your son is addicted;
and do not let it damage your health.

Wake early each day,
if your son is an addict they say,
exercise beneath the morning sky,
eat wholesome food,
and keep both body and mind fit .

For it is a struggle to survive,
to shield the young from death's grim knife,
and from the jaws that seek  and rend.

HELIUM OPIUM

Corroded clouds exude narcotic, honeyed sap,
Quelling ancient mayhem in a digital trap.
A quiet ritual, a ballet of bone and steel,
As the mind succumbs to a whispered, lucid deal.

Relics hum in the hollow of the throne,
Nerves collapse in a drug's strange, echoed tone.
A gilded cage, its promises now dust,
I grow my paper-cut wings, born of fragile trust.

Drugs

My parents gave me love and hugs
and told me just say no to drugs.
Now, this is really just a guess,
but if I'm talking to drugs,
then I think I've said "Yes"!

Monoxide Killer

It came quiet as the night
Nothing you could fight
It drifted unnoticed in the air
More lethal than an angry bear

He didn't feel a breeze, he didn't feel a change
Nothing out of order, nothing struck him strange
It bound to his hemoglobin, 200 times as strong
His cells were suffocating, all systems going wrong.

They found him in my car, a snow drift behind
The got him out in time for the poison to unwind
I researched it, other compounds also creep in stealth
They may change the way you act, they may destroy your health.

A crime mob found this out, they can ambush, poison you
The motive might be foggy, the method leaves no clue
Just another thing to worry about these days
Bad things can happen, in so many new ways.

See, there are crimes you know were done
But with stealthy drugs in air, there is no smoking gun
We can rub the wrong guy the wrong way
then wonder why the joy fades out, and our life goes gray.

Running this endless marathon

This run ain't been fun for a while now
Energy for it all been ran out
Beggin myself to let go of this doubt
N start bein what I always been about
Knock myself off this damn cloud
Kuz its lookin like its about to storm some more
Ya know sht bad when chaoz got me bored
Being sober is more like a chore
The chemicals I keep in my brain cells
Got me convinced this reality I'm in is forreal hell
Its like my luck done hit the driest dry spell
Forgot how it feels to feel well
If I ever did know...
.....dazed out
Wondering if this whole sht 
Is a fckd up sht show directed and written by
...who tha fck knows
Gettin kicks outta every low blow I catch to tha dome
Steady fckn with my mental state
Don't even try to act like im tryna exaggerate
but the plates overflowing with anger, pain & hate
when all I ordered was peace, love & fun 
with some lust mixed in to hydrate 
Keepin it super real
At this fcked up rate, 
I dont even gotta contemplate 
Why everyones walkin around all irate
While im just slowly strolling around
In this fcked up drug haze

Numb as we can be

Numb.... Lonely
Staring at the same gloomy rain
dripping down 2 different 
window panes
over 300 miles away
Feeling alone & ashamed,
 full of regret because of how
we hehaved
but not giving up
bc this Actual, Magical,
One of a kind love
is just too unfathomable
 to not crave
its right there out of our reach,
our plans, wants & goals
 so easy to speak
but walls of fear deadlock life's gears,
 and we rolled backwards
without even realizing we were
so far gone, 
my dear
we did this together 
but you gotta honestly tell me
if climbing back up w. me by your side
is going to be too heavy
I can only love you if you let me
I need you just as much,
 You're the only one that gets me
and accepts me,
 and my damaged beyond repair, crazy drug addicted brain
we drive eachother insane
but it could be so much different 
we can be happier than ever
its an uncontrollable animal instinct 
I wish that whenever you got mad
you'd just shut up &  kiss me
before the bullet filled words
rip through my heart
& every single one hits me
like im marked with a bulls eye
all we need is stability,
but the chaos continuously emerges instantly

In Kensington Today

The factories long disappeared,
Silent structures still stay;
And more drugs than dreams have appeared,
In Kensington today.

The north of the Ave has its shine,
Less fine, southerly way;
Best Philly, and worst, intertwine, 
In Kensington today.

Six miles, in a small corner curled,
“What matter?” you may say;
Well, the world is here, here’s the world,
In Kensington today.

THAT BOY

He sits by the junction
scraped knuckles, half a smile
a boy with more scars than years
each one a story no one asks to hear.

I saw the truth in his trembling vow
heard the break in his voice
when he said he’d left Kush behind
but all they saw was yesterday's face.

He carried hope in both hands
knocked on doors he once knew
but locks remember what hearts won't
and no one answered.

Now he sits in the same spot
half in prayer, half in pain
asking time for mercy
when people won’t even say his name.

clean and cut open

sober now,
and every second screams louder than the last.
the silence i begged for
now drips like acid through my spine.

when i was high, 
the world floated —
hazy, dull-edged, 
a soft lie i could breathe in.
without choking on memory.
without shaking from truth.

but now i wake up
to light too sharp for eyes that have seen too much,
and sleep with shadows that whisper
every name i try to forget.

they say this is healing.
they say pain is proof i'm alive.
but if this is life — 
raw, bleeding,
a wound i carry like a badge —
then maybe i liked dying better.

i miss the numbness.
i miss the nothing.
it was kinder
than this endless parade
of remembering 
everything
i ever did
just to feel okay.

I AM A SIERRA LEONEAN TOO

I may be hooked on kush
my body bruised and worn
wandering the streets of Freetown 
but I’m a Sierra Leonean too.

I may not pay my taxes
can’t even clean a gutter
but this land is still my home
I’m a Sierra Leonean too.

I may not make decisions to sell state companies 
or pass laws for pregnant girls in school
but I carry this country’s name
I’m a Sierra Leonean too.

So if I don’t snatch your phone
don’t break the locks to your home
reach for me, teach me to see
there’s more to life than kush alone.

What you don't know can hurt you

At Nahal Oz, Hamas hurled a substance weird
It burst into flames, released a gas to be feared
Jews suffocated in minutes, but we don’t know 
Who made it, what it was, nothing to show.

At a theater in Moscow, rebels came in
Took the audience hostage, in the cause of Chechin
Russian police made an invisible gas flow
Terrorists were led away, what gas used we don’t know

Tourists describe a chemical they call “devil’s breath”
Makes you a zombie, in some cases causes death
Some Columbians use it, so visitors beware
It may seem underhanded, but crime isn’t fair.

Madman in the commuter train, makes fake phone calls
To warn the commuters of drug aerosols
He says criminals can attack this way, and you wouldn’t know
That you’re a victim, of a gas drug flow.

He says he’s a victim, they got his keys
Then entered his house, easy as a breeze
Affected his behavior, damaged his brain
White coats lead this guy away, but is reality insane?

What you don't know can hurt you, and it gets worse
You can blame natural causes, when your luck hits a reverse
When your health goes bad, when troubles accrue
Now it's possible someone's doing it to you.

Sorcery

Two of these
One of those
Take with food
One more dose
Swallow it down
Like magical spells
Self-medicate
To make yourself well
Tail of newt
Wing of fly
Take everyday and 
you won't cry
Lock it all up
Behind chemical walls
Don't read fine print
Across ceiling crawl
Pharmaceutical cauldron 
Sorcery lab
Not just broken body
Your soul's on the slab

You Are Stronger Than the Storm

My son, I see the weight you bear,
The silent cries, the deep despair.
But in your soul, a fire burns bright—
A spark of hope, a will to fight.

This path is hard, the nights are long,
But you, my love, are fierce and strong.
No chain is stronger than your will,
No silence deeper than your fill.

You've stumbled, yes, but not for good—
You rise again, just like you should.
The world still waits, arms open wide,
And I’ll be always by your side.

So take this step, and then one more,
And soon you’ll walk through freedom’s door.
You can be free, you will be whole—
Believe in you, with all your soul.

Still my son

I see you through a smoky haze,
A boy I knew in brighter days,
Your laughter once could light the room—
Now shadows wrap you in their gloom.

Your eyes, once clear, now lost and wide,
Like oceans caught in turning tide.
I reach, but you just slip away,
A ghost who walks in light of day.

You chase a high that leaves you low,
Through midnight streets and bitter snow.
And I, with hands that cannot mend,
Wait up for news I dread to send.

Each call, a breath I cannot take,
Each silence, more than I can fake.
I pray to gods I never knew,
Just for one day to break through.

But know this, son, through all your fall,
Through every broken, tear-stained call—
You are the child I still adore,
No less, not ever, never more.

This fight is yours, but I am near,
With every ache, with every fear.
Though I can’t drag you from this storm,
I’ll keep a light on, safe and warm.

Come home when you are tired and done,
You’ll always be my shining son.

Prescription Drugs

The synthetic poison
that courses through my veins
churns the bowel of the earth
and sent a tremor through my heart.

What kind of remedy this is?

It heals one part,
But devastates the other,
What kind of potion man brews?
I see the flower buds  
bursting forth on one branch
leaving the adjacent portion barren,
It heals and harms
It yields and resists...

It resuscitates the body
but kills the spirit.

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