817.
War on Drugs ni Pres. Duterte
May 8 magagandang nagawa
Si Pres. Duterte sa bansa
“War on Drugs” ay isa rito
Laban sa iligal na droga sa bansang ito
May Tokhang na
May Double Barrel pa
Sa tulong ng kapulisan
Iligal na droga ay nabawasan.
-03/28/2022
(Dumarao)
*8 Magagandang Nagawa ni Pres. Duterte sa Bansa
(77th Birthday of PDuterte)
Trap my body, can't trap my mind.
Glad you checked on me, but I'm doing just fine.
I pray for my kid and please protect my mom.
Grateful for what I have, don't worry about what I don't.
I know that He will, even when it felt like He wont.
So every night I pray before I hit that bunk.
My celly smoking kay talking about its skunk.
I'm gonna be gone for a little bit, gotta do some time.
Was tryna do right at the same time doing crime.
Will not shed a tear, this is no place for crying.
Said I would change, this time I ain't lying.
God please correct me, I don't want to hurt no more.
I know the life I want, this time I'm sure.
We was never meant to be, that is a fact.
Walked out that door & I'm never coming back.
Threw away my phone and got a new number.
You couldnt see it coming cause you was in a slumber.
All about you, you was really self centered.
Now you sleep alone, ya summers cold like the winter.
Don't wanna work it out, somethings we cant mend.
Wont pass you on, wont tell a friend.
0 out of 10, I don't recommend.
Round of applause, this is the end.
Missed my shot with you is a crime
Now I'm all grown-up, still in my prime
I dropped the ball, gone catch it next time
To say I ain't nerves, I would be lying
Fell on my face a few times, I ain't do no crying
Bettering myself I swear I been trying
I wrote down my thought, I picked up a book
I made my bed, I learned how to cook
I face my fears, even when I was shook
I SAID I PICKED UP A BOOK, I WRONG DOWN MY THOUGHTS
I APPLIED WHAT I LEARNED, EXECUTED WHAT I WAS TAUGHT
WORKED ON MY FLAWS AND CHARACTER DEFAULTS
Some days been easy, some days have been hard
No one sent me a letter not even a card
But I still move along, never retard
GRANNY SAID IT WOULD BE HARD, BUT I TRIED TO GO EASY
Got me some waves I use to be peezy
Stack some cheddar now I'm extra cheesy
Practice all the time so I get it right
Working my ass off day in and night
I know I'm gone make it this ain't no might
So I hit my knees before I go to bed
I pray for what I want, a wife and some kids
No more sorrows an no more bids
I pressed my bunk but still cant sleep
I ask for forgiveness and my soul to keep
then it all goes silent not even a peep
ONE HIT OF ME AND YOUR FOREVER CHASING THAT
SOLD YOUR SOUL FOR A FEELING, NOW YOU WANNA BUY IT BACK
HERE'S A LONG STORY SHORT BOUT A DRUG NAMED CRACK
SEE THAT SOUL YOU SOLD WASN'T YOURS TO SELL
GOOD THING FOR YOU GOD ALWAYS PREVAILS
BUT YOU WONT GET OFF THAT EASY, YOU MUST STILL PAY A PRICE.
IT DON'T COST MONEY BUT YOU HAVE TO GIVE YOUR LIFE
ITS DOUBLE WHAT YOU SOLD
AND YOU MUST REAP WHAT YOU SOWED
PAY YOUR DEBT TO SOCIETY AND SETTLE ALL YOUR DRAMA
AIN'T NO DODGING THIS SOME CALL HER KARMA.
NOW HIT YOUR KNEES, TIME TO REPENT
PRAYERS GO UP BLESSINGS GET SENT.
REPLACE THE THOUGHT WITH LOVE, THAT'S MENTAL EQUIVALENT
FINALLY YOUR FREE AND AIN'T NO COMING BACK
REMEMBER GOD IS THE STRONGEST AND AFTER HIM IS CRACK
SOBER-:-
teetotal
sustainability
abstinence
nonfermented
sobriety
rewarded merits
a CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH
unmalted
dealcoholized
balancing
restart
recovering
SEVERE DIPSOMANIA
anonymously
attends
powwows
shared
stories
Years of addiction has definitely taken
a toll
I’m not even sure when I actually lost
control
The constant scheming to get what
I need
With the sting of the needle I instantly
I felt freed
That feeling didn’t last very long
at all
Before I knew it I was making
another call
All my bridges I left broken and
burned
This hell I’m living I’ve definitely
earned
Isolation became the only thing
that I knew
Sticking a needle in my arm was the
only way to get through
I’m now left with tracks and there was
never a train
The wild beast of addiction I still can’t
contain
I’m broken and my life I’ve throw
away
I’m nothing but an addict what more
can i say
I was on the verge of total annihilation
So it was time to get some rehabilitation
Can’t believe it was a doctor that got
me addicted
That’s something I would have never
predicted
Before I realized it I had lost all control
My free will, it had definitely stole
I was tired of being alone and
disconnected
Praying for my life to be resurrected
I got down on my hands and knees
Begging that I could beat this
disease
I was so far gone, I had nothing
to give
But I kept pushing forward cause I
wanted to live
For so many years I lived a life of
oppression
Getting sober is now my new obsession
Tough letting go of what I thought
was my identity
Now I’m one step closer to finding
true serenity
As my book of life is nearly completed
I can’t help feel overwhelmingly defeated
The wasted years trapped in addiction
Stuck in one place there was to much friction
The tracks on my arms show how far down I travelled
Stood ideally by as my life completely unraveled
As I slowly started to wither away
Dropping more weight each and every day
With the hands of addiction holding on tight
I just don’t know if I have the will to fight
As I take my last breath and darkness is all I see
I give a little smile knowing , I’m finally free
Poetry is my drug
I go there like a devoted ****
I take a line
And oh I fly
But recently I am sober
I can not find my drug dealer
I search and I search
Will you be one?
Beetlebum, what you done
Chasing a high on the run
Red spots adorn your skin like stars,
They burn out, arms, toes, and neck
Just from various black tars.
Horse crashes into those below,
There is no carriage, no smooth flow.
Money always runs tight, fear is high
The lungs, liver, and kidneys damaged
No matter, the goal is still to fly
China white, but nothing ceramic
Never inside, is there plastic?
No serotonin, synapses all fried
Stick the needle in, don't whine
Hope you feel the need to hide
OTC DRUGS
I'm reluctant to take otc drugs
My main concern is side effects
I have an uncle and aunt and
With them I try not to connect
Auntie Histamine and I
Do not see eye to eye
I took Auntie Histamine once
And for 2 days I thought I'd die
Uncle Tylenol and I get along
Somewhat better, I'd like to report
But I only take Uncle Ty as
An absolute last resort
I'm not sure where they fit on our family tree
But I'm convinced they are on my wife's side
I'll check again on Ancestry
And possibly find where they hide
it starts
when you’re too small to reach the light switch—
the yelling,
the slaps that come out of nowhere,
the way you learn early
that silence is safer than truth.
they tell you
“be strong,”
“be good,”
“sit still,”
while their own hands tremble from last night’s bourbon.
you grow up watching hypocrisy
wear a necktie.
school’s no better—
they call it “discipline,”
but it’s just another kind of cage.
they make you memorize names of kings
while your own father forgets yours.
they grade you on obedience
and call it learning.
by the time you’re grown,
you’ve learned that nobody listens
unless you’re perfect—
and perfection’s a currency
you never had.
so you find a drink,
a pill,
a something
that doesn’t grade you,
doesn’t shout,
just hums quietly in your bloodstream
and says,
“you’re alright for now.”
we don’t turn to the bottle
or the needle
because we love destruction—
we turn to them
because they’re the only things
that don’t lie.
they let you rest,
for a few hours,
in a world
that stopped being gentle
a long damn time ago.
A mix of a mothers love and fathers's fight
Her sense of humor brought the light
In my complicated dark world of e
She OD me with her love and tells me to shut my mouth
Am i not high enough?
Naive maybe because she's young
Only 17 when she fell in love
With I who never believed in such
Tinkerbell, i called her that
She played fool all her life
But i swear tinker was smart
With a touch of finesse she stole my heart
But commitment isn't where i shine
Broken in my feelings i let her ride
She said goodbye
Unique in her own ways
We connected just in 3 days
Couldn't belive my eyes when i set them on her first
Her sweet voice and the chubby cheeks were the quench to my love thirst
Unexpectedly she left me dry
She also said i was high enough she said goodbye
Sad how love dies
Deep in my feelings even drugs cant pull me
High enough
Westbury where skyscrapers scratch clouds,
And backstreet murmur under glowing hum,
The metro slumbers,but terror thunderous crowds.
Laaities hone okapis where mumbled thugs come,
Each gangway a rabbit warren of cries,
And moms grab the dark,awaiting some.
In kangaroo courts blood thirsty 28s and 27s rise,
A revolver roars,the night asks but none says a prayer
While guiltlessness is sold in whispered lies.
Yet in this war,the lane hides myths rare,
Of youngsters who dodge the deep state,running fast,
Their footprints rebound,shivering through the air.
Westbury your skyscrapers check out the die cast,
Each brick a testifier,every lantern a guide,
The twilight is long,but hope remains at last.
The matriarchs of sections keep life supplied,
Their pleading a vein hope under mortar veins,
Where cowards hide,the soul of Westbury won't die
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