away from home
on my own
fifty years ago
I saw your smile
unique style
when we said hello
I was eighteen
new on the scene
you became my bro
so many moons
musical tunes
some fast and some slow
lots of heartbreaks
picking up stakes
when we had to go
calamity
insanity
hard times to undergo
intoxicants
can't pay the rent
always short on dough
you've seen trouble
my soul double
and it's brought you low
here's hoping I'll
see the smile
I saw
fifty years ago
Fantasy train
It’s night. Central London, the last subway train left Bond Street station.
The train was speeding along with me and a few other passengers.
A so powerful dream in a wonderful fantasy realm took hold of me.
My vigilance and self-control left me. Just sleep and sleep, and dream.
Wonderful landscapes, worlds, women, and intoxicants caused joy in the dream.
I feel a strong twitch and hear a loud shout.’ Sir! This is the last station!’
I woke up. An empty whiskey bottle fell out of my hand and rolled on the floor.
‘Were are we?’ I asked. ‘On Harrow and Wealdstone station.’ Came the answer.
‘From which platform can I go back?’ I asked. ‘From platform two at five o’clock.
It's one o’clock. Night. I bought a bottle of whiskey in a shop. Drink and just drink.
As soon as I lay down on an old bench in the street, I immediately found myself on the train.
On the train again. I continued my dream. Incredible visions, delights, I just live here.
Just here. Only here. Forever. I didn’t wake up anymore. A hearse took me away.
Floating on mermaids
luxe tide pool intoxicants---
secret lagoon love
Getting high is a state of mind:
and this altered sense
of reality
can be achieved;
without chemicals.
Life itself offers a natural high
free for the taking.
Running injects a runner's high:
a euphoric, feel-good
burst of energy.
And a belly laugh is
like shooting up:
instantly lifting your spirits
and leaving you feeling giddy.
Meditation calms you down safely,
helping you find your balance;
while taking you on an inner voyage
of self-discovery.
Music touches your soul
and your heart
unlike anything else can.
And yet, fueled by adrenaline,
dance can take you to another level.
Nature's natural, fragrant intoxicants,
such as lilac or lavender,
give your mind a sense of well-being.
So, if you want to feel high,
why not give life a try?
Intoxicants of these eyes.
You made me crazy.
I also separated from my heart, now you have.
Now also from my heart,you separated.
These eyes are your killer.
How do I tell you,
In my heart if you see.
I'll show you those arrow.
Whom you left with these eyes,
and injured done you.
Intoxicants of these eyes.
You made me crazy.
I also separated from my heart, now you have.
Now also from my heart, you separated.
Free verse contest
Laura loo
30/06/2018
Quiet
As a recovering addict I have often pondered what makes the addict mind
So reckless...
So impulsive...
So destructive...
So obsessive...
So disquiet !!
So bloody noisy all the bloody time that the only way one can breath or find a single second of solitude is to numb the infernal organ in ones head until it has been completely cauterised with artificial intoxicants and beaten into submission with outside stimuli.
Why ?
Why, because calamitous calm permanently pacifies my suitably unstable mind.
Taking all kinds of intoxicants
The experimenters
The soul does not need new intoxicantsto produce verse
Verse is a safe drug
Poets of the past havae given us thier legacy
So we can keep
the flame of poetry alive
In a world which so often doesn''t care
your face, I see
is always having intoxicants within
so, never my eyes blink
to not lose those moments
for the world, I shut my ears
to concentrate,
on your unuttered messages,
the messages for me....
Summer arrives and the Brooklyn Cyclones are
in first place
Saw them the other day and they won in twelve(!)
Just spoke to a friend
who wants to see the Staten Island Yankees play
Another A - Division team
Some fans won't go to see a minor league game
I think they are missing out
When in Puerto Rice I saw the San Juan Senators
play the Ponce Lions
A band in the stands and liquor being served as well
Didn't need any intoxicants - the green field, the cheerleaders
and the frozen ices and hotdogs along with the battle
were enough to sustain me during the hot New York City summer
Sitting here
gazing out
of
my
window
hearing autos rush by
I meditate on our dilemma
Citizens of a small planet in the vast
cosmos
We spend our time
searching for love
and peace
Trapped on a one way path
to nowhere
We must find some meaning in our lives
Sex, intoxicants, music
relieve the pain temporarily
"But there is always the question"
Auto-annihilation is stupid,
It breaks hearts,
And ruins lives,
I hate that I was ever self-destructive,
I rue the day I became entranced
By its shadowy charisma.
Ethanol is a thief of youth:
Poor Jo-Jo was right
To warn her cherished daughter
Of its insidious malignancy.
I was one of the fortunate ones
In that it didn't entirely destroy me;
But despite its lack of glamour,
In comparison to
Other more romanticised intoxicants,
It's among the most lethiferous of drugs,
And it stole from me,
What remained of my gorgeous youth.
Natures Womb - Haiku
aphrodisiacs
wind carries intoxicants
Seeds spread, open wide
Generic flying, eating healthy, fly like a cockney
Like a Martial Arts beast, like a young terri'ble.
So far so good, driving force, all cards in hand, why not?
I can breath fully, stop the intoxicants.
Healthy like a peach, living well, rich, powerful.
Living like royalty, wealth, aspiration, money.
As adults, we have a sovereign right
To life and liberty.
Pursuent to every manner and fashion
Of that which makes us happy.
The ecstacy of intoxication
Is a fundamental right.
The euphoria of opium,
Every poets delight.
Intoxicants have been used by man
Since Time Immemorial.
Drugs have become ubiquitous,
Commonplace and affordable.
Why then, has dear old Uncle Sam
Deemed them illegal and immoral?
Drowning myself in contemplation
I began to drift into meditation
Sincerity
Trust
Hope
Elation
Was my upbringing bound to permutations?
Laughter fills my thoughts,
Children play hop-scotch across an eighties playground,
Full of wonderment are our childhood memories;
I still see the steam rising from the man holes of New York
Clutching at my mothers arm waiting for the train
How about the lush beach of Tobago
My skin burning from endless exploration of the great blue
Then we grow up…..
Experiencing change and then more….
Change
Start thinking from a higher angle,
Separating innocence from rationality
We consider true light, but too early for that!
Playing starts to get reckless
When you are eighteen and living away
Far too special to sleep
Definitely too cynical to speak
I own the world
Before the first heartbreak tears our insides apart
Just like those intoxicants I had last night
Letters of failure flutter through the door
Time to go home they read in invisible ink
Denial comes to an end
Pick up the phone
“Hey Mum, Dad…thought you could help me out…”
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