How long must these salty tears fall, in the name of love?
A heart will never be practical, until it is made unbreakable!
When love appears, after so long without it, tears burst forth!
For the heart knows of it's fragility, and predicts it's breaking.
Yet once more, hope will endure, that this time it might last.
Love is like the air that we breathe, for without it we are lost.
The joy will bring the sorrow, for the one must invite the other.
Yet knowing of the fall, from that pinnacle of joy, stops us not.
For when it comes to love, we are all just hopeless junkies!
the only thing these days i do
is watch my reflection in a junkies spoon
turning away before i go too deep
yet crawling back as hell's urge hits me
i've watched more friends come and go
living fast while dying slow
waiting for the monkey on my back
to draw the last card from out my deck
i've bought this farm for milking blood
just so i will have enough
where i'll do it till the cows come home
or at least until i'm dead and gone
a partial shadow follows me
being only half the man i used to be
where the only thing these days i do
is watch my reflection in a junkies spoon
The heroin epidemic is so out of control these days,
my prayers go out to those and the family of those caught up in this hell.
May God have mercy on their souls...
PLEASE DON'T SPEAK SO CLOUD
clouds converge overhead
but only over mine
everywhere else it's sunny instead
so i take the cloudiness as a sign
a cloud sighs up in the skies
as addiction, a hopeless affliction hampers me
and yes, this junkie hopelessly cries
while my tears compete with a cloud's humidity
i wonder about humidity's humility
for it's subservient to a cloud
as i am submissive to the rain's decree
for it declares me a failure right out loud
its voice is thunder, roaring with might
and i hear every god forsaken word
and although i put up quite a good fight
its message of disaster has been loudly heard
the clouds over my head are a sign
of the doom i'm certain is soon to arrive
sometimes i wish that i was born blind
or even that i was never alive
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MOM AND POP GOES THE DIESEL
There we were, four in the same place
where the only thing one could do was pace
you could pray from morning until night
four men surrounded by fright
to the left was a hard right to the chin
to the right was a man about to remove your grin
straight across was a threat we all ignored
but he was, for a good reason, called “The Lord”
he wasn't the son of man or born of a virgin birth
but everyone knew to respect this man who seemed to own the earth
it was four against fear and fear was winning
four in the same place because four had been caught sinning
it was a quiet summer afternoon with nothing to do
then we had a brilliant idea that came out of the blue
alas, we were all four of us were charged with the same thing for defying the law
because what junkie can resist robbing a mom and pop convenience store?
© 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
DO DON’T, WILL, WON’T
We were wandering, we were lost
Four who knew not the route out of a maze
Other’s blood upon our hearts was there embossed
Never to forget a dead man’s glaring gaze
Once, twice and then one becomes numb and void
While death becomes birth’s ally and partner in crime
Some may swear and some become annoyed
Each time we got high it was as if all we had was time
Each time a dealer hands you a bag a soul never knows
Each time a dealer hands you a bag you think it gives the power to you
And you know that, death is sometimes just the way it goes
And to ignore that fact is what ignorant junkies opt to do
I, on the other hand swore that I would not die’
For careful was I about who and where i wouldst go
If I didn’t know the dealer I wasn’t getting high
Because rat poison is cheaper than lactose, that much I know
Some dealers feel a junkie’s angst and desperate needs
As that junkie grows more fearsome in a sordid sort of way
Both dealers and junkies are forced to do some desperate deeds
Yet out of four poor wanderers I’m the only one still alive
© 2011.….Poefree